Which is why it took me by surprise when my father all of a sudden tapped into his Jewish roots. The appearance of a ring on my finger seemed to unhinge the hidden Jew within my dad.
I was informed that we could NOT have a Saturday day wedding. When asked why, he explained that it was against the Jewish religion. When I asked why this mattered, he said, "It just does."
I was told, "We need a Rabbi." When I asked why, he said, "We just do."
I should note - my fiancee is not Jewish. He's Catholic (but in the way that I'm Jewish - meaning, very lapsed). So now we're having a rabbi, but we need to find one that will do the service with a priest.
All I've got to say is... The whole thing is making me feel a bit mashugana!
