For my vows, I made sure to check with my pseudowife before writing anything.  Jen and I briefly discussed what would be fresh, funny, and slightly out of the norm for a couple getting married, and we settled on the conclusion that the entire thing would be more interesting if the wife were to be very chill and blase about the whole thing, but the husband is all gung-ho, "Yay, marriage!" 

At first, I was going to have Tim (my character) get super emotional and cry on the altar, professing his love with profound poetry, sobbing like a baby while Michelle (Jen's character) stands there horrified that Tim is losing it in front of their friends and family.  It was decided, however, in group discussions that the groomsmen will be arriving late to the chapel after one final night of partying.  Despite some objections from his longtime friends,and  combined with a bit of liquid courage from the night before, I figured it would be more in-character to have Tim still kind of drunk, up there just pouring his heart out to his wife.  Instead of getting gooey and emotional like originally planned, and instead of keeping it simple like Tim and Michelle originally planned, I wrote the second vows, the ones he comes up with off the cuff, without a brain/mouth filter.  Tim's going up there speaking his mind and everything on it.

My Writing Research and Technology class is holding a Multi-modal Wedding, and I drew the part of the groom.  His vows will be in two parts: the words that he wrote and intended to say are in the first section.  Michelle and Tim wanted to keep things short and simple, without being overly mushy and embarrassing themselves in front of their family.  

The other set of vows are what Tim actually says on the altar.  It’s important to note that Tim, my character, arrived late to the church from a strip club with his best man and other groomsmen, and is still probably nursing a bit of a buzz. 

Michelle,
I stand before you today ready to become your husband.
I promise to support you through times of laughter and hardship,
to be your partner in all things.
I promise to encourage your passion,
for that is how we met and the reason we fell in love.
I promise to love you above all else for the rest of our natural lives.

Michelle,
I know we promised to keep these simple, 
but I’m up here right now, in front of all these people--
some of whom I don’t even like 
(no offense, Chad.  Other than trying to steal my wife, 
you seem like an all right dude)--
to tell you how much I love you.

I love your beauty because you’re . . . well, you’re beautiful. 
You always know the right thing to do to get me going.
I love you even though my mother sends me letters
telling me to find someone else, someone that's not a hussy. 
She wants me to go out with Susanne, my ex, who she invited here today. 
But I don’t care about any of that, baby.  I only care about you.
About us.

You’re my girl, Michelle, 
and I want you to know that I’ll love and cherish you always.
Even when some of my friends 
tell me to cut my losses and bail the hell out of this relationship.
Know that I think you’re the best,
and know that one lifetime of marriage with you
could never truly be enough to satisfy me.
I love you, you’re so fine.