Ah, Weddings.
I recall that when I started this blog I did a 3 post discourse on weddings. Some postulated that I had a fun social life that included getting dolled up and driving far distances in order to watch family, acquaintances and possibly strangers tie the knot. The truth is, before I crossed the threshold in to my Mothers' home that summer, she had already planned the tri-weekend extravaganza that became perfect fodder for my budding blog.
Just this weekend, I electronically bumped into a friend from Blogsville, as it were. So I think a wedding rant is just what nostalgia ordered. Don't you?
So. A couple weeks back I had an Office Wedding. Truly, I had never ventured into such woods before but I figured I'd have fun. I set out with my sister well past the time the vows were said and headed towards the venue. Then I took a wrong turn and ended up on the highway to Not Anywhere Close To Where I Was Going.
I continued on, fearful of attempting to circle back to where I should be and instead ending up Woefully Lost. When I got to the Road Most Comfortable, where I Knew I could turn, I was met with the more traffic than I could have imagined possible for a Saturday afternoon.
There I was, stewing and melting in my halter dress with a wee blue feather hat perched just so, late for the reception and trapped in traffic. So, I did a bit of griping and my sister told me to calm down. The traffic eased up, I took my exit back to where I started from.
Of course by then I realized that I had forgotten something at home. So I raced back home so my sis could dash back in a pick up my brothers' damaged PSP. Then we headed off (in the right direction this time) and ended up waiting for 10-15minutes for the Knight in Shining IT to pick up said PSP for repairs.
Two U turns later we were at the venue, battling for parking and noticing the fascinated humor with which people were taking in my little blue 'hat'.
We got in the hall to see all my coworkers sardined packed at a table with no possibility of room for more. So, we wandered until we found an empty table, complete with two grandpas and a grandma who urged us to get something to drink.
Later, on a fact finding mission, I discovered space at the Sardine Tin Table and my sister and I settled in just before I was pulled to the side to search for more colleagues. That was a rip-roaring adventure all by itself.
Amidst work buddies trying to chat up my sister, rolling my eyes at the MC's jokes, hustling for food and drink, dancing with the bride and groom and generally observing how creatively women style the same 6 yards of ankara into vastly different outfits, I had a great time. And I wish this new couple all the happiness their union can bring.
On to the next! And may I get to the church on time.
-Here's to twitter. And re-connecting with old friends.
*the cheek kissing 'stud'
Just this weekend, I electronically bumped into a friend from Blogsville, as it were. So I think a wedding rant is just what nostalgia ordered. Don't you?
So. A couple weeks back I had an Office Wedding. Truly, I had never ventured into such woods before but I figured I'd have fun. I set out with my sister well past the time the vows were said and headed towards the venue. Then I took a wrong turn and ended up on the highway to Not Anywhere Close To Where I Was Going.
I continued on, fearful of attempting to circle back to where I should be and instead ending up Woefully Lost. When I got to the Road Most Comfortable, where I Knew I could turn, I was met with the more traffic than I could have imagined possible for a Saturday afternoon.
There I was, stewing and melting in my halter dress with a wee blue feather hat perched just so, late for the reception and trapped in traffic. So, I did a bit of griping and my sister told me to calm down. The traffic eased up, I took my exit back to where I started from.
Of course by then I realized that I had forgotten something at home. So I raced back home so my sis could dash back in a pick up my brothers' damaged PSP. Then we headed off (in the right direction this time) and ended up waiting for 10-15minutes for the Knight in Shining IT to pick up said PSP for repairs.
Two U turns later we were at the venue, battling for parking and noticing the fascinated humor with which people were taking in my little blue 'hat'.
We got in the hall to see all my coworkers sardined packed at a table with no possibility of room for more. So, we wandered until we found an empty table, complete with two grandpas and a grandma who urged us to get something to drink.
Later, on a fact finding mission, I discovered space at the Sardine Tin Table and my sister and I settled in just before I was pulled to the side to search for more colleagues. That was a rip-roaring adventure all by itself.
Amidst work buddies trying to chat up my sister, rolling my eyes at the MC's jokes, hustling for food and drink, dancing with the bride and groom and generally observing how creatively women style the same 6 yards of ankara into vastly different outfits, I had a great time. And I wish this new couple all the happiness their union can bring.
On to the next! And may I get to the church on time.
For the record, though I missed the pivotal 'You may now kiss the bride', the MC did call out the happy couple for a smooch fest. As the kiss lengthened and arms tightened, I recollected that this was no Edward*-style peck.
-Here's to twitter. And re-connecting with old friends.
*the cheek kissing 'stud'
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