A couple of weeks ago, I ended up talking about weddings with one of my groups.
Me: Which hand do you wear your ring on in Germany?
Students: The right. Unlike the rest of the world.
Me: Yeah, pretty much. Oh, you don’t wear your engagement ring on the same finger?
Students: Germans don’t do engagement rings.
Me: What?! But how does that work? He gets down on one knee, proposes and gives you, erm, nothing?
Students: Pretty much.
Me: But that’s just… I don’t know… it’s just…
Students: Engagement rings are expensive.
Good old German practicality strikes again.
A little later, we were doing a listening exercise.
A: Patrick and I are getting married!
B: Wow, that’s fantastic news! Congratulations!
Me: So, let’s see the ring!
Me: There is no ring. I’m marrying a German…
Anyway, there is a point to all of this, and no, it’s not that a German has proposed to me (but hopefully some day – hint, hint…). I’ve been invited to my first German wedding!
When I lived in Latvia, if someone came out with “I wanted to ask you something”, it usually ended up with me working for no money, or a promised beer that never materialised. In Germany, however, this was followed up by, “I’m getting hitched in Berlin next year. Want to come?”
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I doooooo!
The invitation was all the more surprising as I don’t even know the bride that well. In fact, we only got to know each other after she started reading my blog and got in touch to ask if I wanted to meet up some time. We did, got along like a house on fire and have been friends ever since, although mostly on Facebook as she lives in London. (She’s marrying an English man which means that if my German starts to fail at the wedding, I’ll have his side of the family to talk to. Totally gewinning.)
The day itself sounds amazing – first of all, the wedding is not going to be in a church so there’s no risk of me being hounded by a priest for back taxes. There’s going to be a two-hour boat trip to Potsdam and, best of all, a 7-hour free bar…
I now see the point in not spending stupid amounts of money on an engagement ring.
Bridehilde: And you MUST write a blog post about it.
Bridehilde: You can black out my face though.
Me: Umm, that might look a bit creepy…
We might need to rethink the photography angle. But after a 7-hour free bar, there might not be much of an issue anyway.
Roll on June!