The August Bank Holiday weekend is usually very busy and this year is no exception. But I relish the challenge to be in different places in such quick succession because, as always, I can raise my game by challenging my self to produce different images from the previous day’s wedding, so “BRING IT ON!!” I say.

Today I’m travelling today over to Albrighton Hall in Shrewsbury, Saturday I’m in Birmingham, Sunday I’m over at Weston Park in Shropshire and Monday I’m in Burton.

Check back later for the results. But If I don’t post the results for a while bear with me as I recuperate!!!!

“Firstly we would like to thank you for making our day so special and for being a part of it. Secondly, Oh my god!! The pictures are absolutely amazing!!! All my friends and family are so impressed with what a brilliant and professional photographer you are. We are so happy that we chose you and we will definitely keep you in mind and recommend you for future events. Thanks again.”

Wed 2nd Sept. 2008 - The Pavilion, Moor Lane, Holford, B6 7AA - 6:00pm -9:00pm

Web 1st Oct 2008 - Council House, Birmingham - 6:00pm-9:00pm

Wed 8th October 2008 - Village Hotel, Walsall - 6:00pm -9:00pm

Fri 140th -Sun 12th October 2008 - National Wedding Show, NEC Birmingham, Stand D19 - Fri & Sat 10:00am - 6:00pm / Sun 10:00am -5:00pm

Wed 15th October 2008 - Branston Golf Club - 6:00pm -9:00pm

Thur 30th Oct 2008 - Studley Castle, Studley - 6:00 - 9:00pm

It’s the single most terrifying thing a parent can hear: “Mommy mommy! Heeeelp! …Daddy’s doing the Macarena!!”

That’s right, couch potatoes—it’s wedding time. Time to slip on those comfy dance shoes and slip off those itchy inhibitions. Jane Goodall might think she broke new ground in mammalian research, but she never crashed a wedding reception in the third quarter of an open bar. So a Tanzanian chimp can sign ‘I love you’? Big whoop. If you want to see the best that humanity has to offer, look no further than a Minwaxed parquet floor and a thumping remix of Kool & the Gang’s “Celebration.”

RHYTHMANUS DEFECTUS

Ever since early man learned to beat a stick on a rock, some guy has embarrassed his family by dancing to it. The primordial urge to shake your booty can be traced back thousands of years, when cave dwellers learned to ward off strangers by loudly grunting and jumping around like maniacs. Luckily, not much has changed.

Few theorems apply universally across our species. One of them is this: If you can dance, you know it. If you can’t, you definitely don’t.

The after-vows hoedown is often a hotbed of rhythm-based research and enlightenment. Even though the behavioral microscope is flipped up that night, someone is still taking lab notes. In the petri dish of wedding receptions, you have to ask yourself one question: “Am I going to be a productive ribosome in this glorious mass cell fission, or a sloshy paramecium who accidentally self-replicates and spills mitochondria all over his host?”

The good and bad news is that a nuptial bash is the only secure place for your Tony Manero fetish. A wedding reception is a unique occurrence, in that it allows people to freely express themselves, while providing a safety net for their sweaty gyrating ego. Guests feel a natural camaraderie with each other. Family and friends would rather celebrate your dance form than scorn it…at least until you’re out of earshot. But don’t be fooled: Whip out your Sexyback version of the Ukranian Hopak dance at your local nightclub, and you’ll see how quickly you’re rewarded with eternally-mandated abstinence.

So if you like to swing those hips and are tired of running up against public indecency laws, attend a wedding. Chances are, you’ll be in very good company. And for once you may not even be the one everyone whispers about.

PHYLUM: RUMPSHAKA’

See that guy in the corner downing a pitcher of mai tais while covertly checking the tensile strength on his cummerbund? He’s a Dance Nazi. In two minutes, he’s going to be doing a scissors-split over the bride’s head while ripping a serious Michael Flatley through a circle of mildly frightened gawkers. These dudes live by the knowledge that they could rule the world if only our social strata was ordained by who can “bring it” on the dance floor.

“There is often a guy with incredible athleticism, who waits for a Michael Jackson [song] before breaking out the worm, or a head spin, or maybe the splits.” “I’ve seen Russian dancing, flips…all sorts of moves you know take a lot of practice. Then, of course, they always act like they just thought of it.”

Photo by Adam Welch

Welch knows all about nurturing your inner-Baryshnikov, as evidenced by his award-winning photo. He remembers how this one guest pulled a girl into the center of the dance floor, and “then mimicked like he was recording her with an old time movie camera.”

On the other end of the shuck-and-jive spectrum is the Party Martyr. The last time his feet were moved by music was when he accidentally tripped over a jukebox. He reluctantly shuffles with his partner for a few songs before slinking back to the warm safety of anonymity. He doesn’t want to scuff up his loafers, because he’s returning them for a full refund tomorrow.

Weddings are also a great place to witness the coronation of the Dancing Queen. “There’s always at least one bridesmaid in every bridal party that fits this description,” says photographer Bill Wang of New York. “She’s been looking forward to getting her groove on since she was told that her friend was getting married.” Hey, you’re only going to wear that dress once; you might as well make it whimper.

This is only a small sampling of the many species you’ll encounter on the big night. To assist you in properly recording the various classes of wedding reception dancers, please refer to the handy sidebar included with this article.

ET TU, AQUA VITAE?

All right, you have a grab bag of dance styles, a great DJ and a toasty false sense of security. Sounds like a recipe for a perfect storm, right? Almost. It’s just missing one tiny ingredient…

“Alcohol. That’s all it is,” says California photographer Matt Kim.

Just how important is the divine elixir? “Very,” affirms Welch. “Even the most uninhibited dancers can’t get into their groove unless the dance floor is packed. Which requires all those inhibited people to at least be out there, and that requires alcohol.” Proving the old axiom that you can catch more flies with Goldschlager than you can with vinegar.

Photo by Matt Kim

But be forewarned: mixing booze with boogie can get messy. Pound too many tall boys before hitting the floor, and you’ll be bumping shoes like an Idaho senator in an airport men’s room.

Kim recalled one reception where the father of the groom got pickled. He started dancing with another female guest while trying to flip up her dress for the camera. “He kept pointing at me to take a picture,” Kim cringed. It wasn’t even a question for the veteran wedding photojournalist: “I’m not gonna take that picture.” Too bad. It would have made a nice shot for the judge to staple to the guy’s restraining order.

IPSO PHOTO

Photo by Jennifer Bebb

Capturing these ethereal creatures of the dance in their natural habitat is a tough job, even for a professional. Witness the winning photo from wedding photographer Jennifer Bebb, of British Columbia, who caught her bride in the middle of the hunt. As Bebb related, “Suddenly the girls started busting out the ‘tiger’ move. They were growling and everything. It was just priceless!” Pity the hapless guest who unwisely broke out the “antelope” move.

“I try to scan the floor constantly, and I can pick them out pretty quickly,” confides Kim, explaining how he captures moments like his award-winning shot. The girl in the photo appears to be having fun, but Kim admits that she seemed a little worried about her arm being pulled out. That would have made for an awkward bouquet toss.

Photo by Bill Wang

At a reception that Wang was covering, an arm was the last thing he worried about his subject pulling out. As Wang recalls from his winning photo, “He started his turn by grabbing himself and hopping into the center of the (dance) circle; I fell to the floor and created this image.” Without the environs of a wedding celebration, that same move usually nets you an overnight stay in the pokey.

VALE, AMIGOS

As you’ll find out, reception dancers are a fun and varied lot. And no matter what happens, those few hours of closing your eyes and letting loose will create some of the most indelible moments of the wedding. And quickly reveal which parts of the family tree got Dutch Elm disease.

And if you’re not a friend of the liquid courage, but still suffer from a touch of dance anxiety, don’t knock the idea of getting professional dance lessons. Just think what they could have done for Britney Spears.

In parting, if you’re planning to break one off on the dance floor, take stock of your motives. Have fun, but don’t feel pressured to impress anybody. No one wants to be the page of the wedding album titled: “Who knew you could even reach that part of the body?” Remember, folks, the Electric Slide is for professionals and inebriates only. For Pete’s sake, think of the kids.

A FIELD GUIDE TO COMMON INDIGENOUS SPECIES ON WEDDING RECEPTION DANCE FLOORS

• The Mummy: The Mummy lingers on the outer cusp of the action, slightly bending her knees to the music with arms plastered to her side. Some researchers have claimed a faint head-bob, but reports are uncorroborated. Distinguishing Characteristic: Handbag over the arm.
• Rhythm-less Blues: This one is easy to spot. Just look for the downhill-skier position and the front teeth biting the bottom lip. The only thing that scares him more than percussion is a sense of shame. Distinguishing Characteristic: Pained expression on dance partner’s face.
• Jump Chump: You usually find these when the action on the floor really heats up. They know no other move besides jumping straight up and down, like a child waiting to meet Santa. While the rest of the guests are working their groove, he’s trying to draw a bead on a gazelle. Distinguishing Characteristic: Adult beverage glued to palm.
• Dope & Glory: These couples took every dance lesson offered at their Adult Continuing Education class, and are ready to prove to the world why they belong on “Dancing With the Stars.” They mostly just want to show up the bride and groom. Give them their moment; it’s all they have. Distinguishing Characteristic: Monogrammed hankies.
• Peanuts Vendor: They learned one dance move and repeat it, ad nauseum, for every single song, regardless of theme, speed or rhythm. They take their cue from those dancing kids in the “A Charlie Brown Christmas” special. Distinguishing Characteristic: Spilled Shirley Temple stains on shirt.
• M.C. Hammered: This guy is why they invented video cameras. He’s lost all use of oratory and tactile skills, but by golly, he’s going to bust himself a titanic move on the dance floor and take out anyone in his path. Often seen being chastised by the Mummy. Distinguishing Characteristic: Dilated pupils; walking a straight line as you pass him on the highway.

—by Jeff Corriveau for the Wedding Photojournalist Association

Today it was mainly about details for me.