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A clean baggage had dressed up for the wedding “at the stamping on the dung heap”.
© Thomas Plettenberg
The people of Unterdarching only celebrate the legendary begging wedding every ten years.
Now it was that time again.
Unterdarching - It was a big, befitting ceremony when Luna Ur-Anus Bugglspritza from DrentamBoch and her groom, Buffn-Paule, Stromprinz von Nebam Schloss, said yes on Saturday in front of a stately backdrop in Unterdarching “at the Stempfl on the dung heap”. gifts.
The whole village was on its feet, and anyone who managed to ignore the gunfire at night and also skipped the morning soup from the innkeeper was dressed up for the occasion by the wedding at 11.11 a.m. at the latest so as not to miss the celebratory climax of the beggar's wedding miss.
After all, they only happen in town every ten years - and that needs to be celebrated extensively.
“Very fine gentlemen and very smart bees” was what the wedding attendant greeted at Stempfl, and in fact it wasn’t just the bridal couple and their closest “family circle” that were neatly dressed.
There were fine “ladies” walking around in high-heeled shoes, their muscular men’s calves clean-shaven under sheer stockings.
Those who played women for a day and, above all, bravely wore the unusual footwear wore elegant dresses, smart dirndls, tight skirts and a noticeable amount of fur.
The men of choice had it more comfortable - just a little fresh if they chose the short one.
The choir also sang for (from right) the “Stromprinz” Buffn-Paule and his fairy, Luna Ur-Anus Bugglspritza.
© THOMAS PLETTENBERG
It was supposed to be a suitably solemn ceremony when everyone finally took their seats.
The mother of the bride, “gwampered, but not fat”.
The mother of honor, who crossed the straw bale boundary with a hoot à la Otto Walke.
The two proper boys Forsti and Furrti, whom the bride brought into the family, and of course the wedding celebrants, to whom not only the community residents but also the boys' clubs from the neighborhood paid their respects.
The Unterdarching brass band, which had positioned itself quite colorfully around the bass drum at the highest point of the Tennenbrücke, provided the musical framework and impressed how elegantly you can incorporate discordant tones that always got the audience with a “yes, I hear it.” “That’s it?” shrugged.
No less virtuoso, the church choir would later perform at the top of their lungs, after the choir director had come to terms with the monstrosity that none of the wedding guests had brought their praises to God.
So they had to make up for what was lacking in vocal power from the ranks with their own volume, and they didn't have to wait long when, alongside the loud laughter, there was a desire for an encore, which they performed, complete with choreography, like a gospel choir.
The bride and groom, who found each other through singing bowl therapy, beamed happily at each other after vowing to be ready for “a long and hypocritical marriage” and to multiply as long as they can through child support and other things Funding pays off.”
The registrar, who had trained directly on the dream ship Surprise, was relieved to have brought the ceremony to a celebratory end.
Even if she had to remind the applauding audience every now and then that you can't make such a fuss with every "yes."
So the procession of the best things made its way back to the wedding banquet in the Kirchenwirt, where the festive day was far from over.
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