The reception was here:
They have two big fancy silver samovar lookin' things. One with fresh brewed iced tea and one with fresh squeezed lemonade both complimentary.
The reception had a live band. One of those wedding bands that can play anything oldies, swing, jazz, lite rock, rock, blues, but have clear easy listening tendencies. At one point the stepmother of the groom shouted out a request for "Somewhere Out There" and without missing a beat they broke right into it. Sadly there was no chicken dance, no electric slide, no hokey pokey, and most disappointing for me - no Sir-Mix-a-lot. But this was an immense relief of everyone who comports themselves with any level of dignity.
Chatting with the other wedding guests was cool. I sat next to PC's cousin J who is just starting grad school in neuroscience. We geeked out big time. I met B and D. They are retired in Palm Springs and are an impressive and lively pair. They have travelled all over the world. They volunteered with the Red Cross for years, traveling to disasters all over the world to offer assistance. They were in New York to deal with 9/11. They are now looking for a new project because they feel that the Red Cross needs to get more young people involved, new blood not just new blood donors.
The whole thing wound down pretty early to a group of say 7 people who sat and talked while drinking the last of the champagne.
It is the first wedding in a while that I have attended and really enjoyed. I am ashamed to admit this because it reflects the fact that I am a bittter stereotypical unmarried woman in her 30's. That sometimes I am self-centered and can't shake my self-involvement enough to focus on being happy for others. It's great seeing my friends get married. I am always genuinely happy that they have found someone to love and share their lives with. It's a big deal and very much a cause for celebration. But there is something about a wedding that is different from other social occasions. That is excessively couply. It's just not as much fun without some kind of social anchor - be it a quasi-date, a posse of friends, or a proper date. I tend to clam up in these kinds of social situations. But I go. I will make every effort to be in attendance. Because it is beautiful to see two people make a committment to each other to share a life. And the ritual, the ceremony, the chicken dance, the bouquet toss - there is something comforting and beautiful about it. Even as the girl who usually gets seated at the "Random social outcast" table, cause that table is as much a part of the wedding experience as anything else. ;D
And because a wedding is happy, beautiful, and hopeful - full of possibility and the future, like that line from the Simon and Garfunkle song:
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together..."
6 comments:
S- Maybe you were happy because you feel happy with your own life...so the wedding isn't a chance to view the holes and deficiencies that other people have seemingly filled (which is sometimes what I think you do, although not on purpose). I guess I'm just saying this because, from afar, it DOES seem like you're happy with where you are at (with some significant things in your life). But DAMN I need to call! (Sorry :( )
Well, I do love my blog.... =)
I'm sorry but there will be NO hokey-pokey, electric sliding, or chicken dancing at my wedding. I will not, however, rule out the Sir-Mix-a-Lot, as everyone needs to appreciate a good rump.
I happen to have a professional photo of ergo doing the Electric Slide at my wedding, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
No chicken dance, oh the agony, I love the chicken dance. Glad you had a good time. I bet Ergo looks really cute doing the electric slide.
kat e: I need a mix CD of all the horrible group dance songs: achy breaky, time warp, the butt, electric slide chicken dance, macarena, bunny hop, hokey pokey, etc.
I can just see the K-Tel TV commercial for it now: "Are you tired of those dull nights of do your own thing dancing? Turn up that basement sock hop with Fun for the Whole Family...."
momvee: let's be sure this photo does not fall in the hands of the wrong people.
sfmd: I can always hear my dress shoes clop clopping during the electric slide such that I envision looking more horsey and less wedding guest-y.
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