Went to a wedding. Because that's what I always do.
The weddings I've gone to this summer have varied a lot. One was kind of a homemade low-key affair, one was a not-too-religious but pretty and on-the-beach kind of affair. This latest one involved a Catholic Mass. In Polish and English.
The Polish Catholic Mass was long and a little boring. Ok, a lot boring. But there was this one part that cracked me up.
A few hours into it, I could tell we were finally at the part that calls for some bride and groom participation. At least it would break up the monotony a little bit. You know the part, when the priest asks the questions, like "Do you take this woman...?" And isn't that really the only part of a wedding that matters anyway? So, we get to that part, and the priest starts it off by turning to the groom and asked him, "[Groom], do you enter into this marriage freely and willingly?"
And all I could think was "That's what the judge says when my clients plead guilty!" And it's true. I say a little spiel that my client wants to plead guilty and give up certain rights. And the judge turns to my client and says "[Defendant], do you enter into this plea freely and willingly?"
From now until forever, I will always think of that part of a wedding as "the plea allocution part."
I guess it's just another similarity between marriage and prison.
(See, that made up for the sappiness in my Fairy Tale Wedding post, didn't it?)