Ah, Saturday. May I just say: thank God it is over. It rained. It rained a LOT. There was a downpour at exactly 2pm, precisely when the ceremony was scheduled to begin. The bridal party hid out under a large umbrella, under a large tree – where a very strange and effusive woman, who was picnicking nearby, kept talking to us and trying to rub my sister for good luck – for five minutes until the sky cleared and the sun came out. The ceremony was nice and not too short – my attitude is: you’re planning to be married forever, so why not take half an hour to have a nice ceremony and speak some words? – and precipitate-free. The song I had chosen to sing during the signing of the register went well – big kudos to The Man for discerning and learning the piece in only two weeks – and everyone looked beautiful.
The party – or, hoe-down, as it may perhaps be better called – was fabulous. Lots of food – potluck! – lots of wine, two kegs, which had to be replenished with the purchasing of many two-fours about halfway through the dinner – ummm….we’re hosers… – some lovely Dominican cigars, and much, much merriment! I had my 7 closest cousins all in the same place, at the same time, something which has not happened in near-on to a decade; I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed it. I had WAY more wine than I should have, an entire cigar, managed not to mess up the song for the first-dance too badly, though it was nearly an hour after dinner concluded, during which I had done much imbibing. A fun and memorable, if un-remembered, time. I was exhausted and dehydrated the next day, but thanks to the skillful application of 2am pizza, fluids, vitamins, and extra-strength ibuprofen, pretty good. I slept all day. It was wonderful.
And toward the end of the night, I learned something wonderful, simple words whispered in confidence, and I’ve been ecstatic since.
Of course, with all the madness and the partying, I wasn’t able to snap a really quality shot of the hose. I’ll remedy that and post the details soon.