Saturday Weddings Are Groovy
My dear friends M and C (I'd post your LJ names, but LJ tends to fumffer that up!) were married at U of H's chapel yesterday in what turned out to be a very charming Catholic ceremony. Mind you, speaking as somebody who was raised in Boston with more Catholic guilt and repression than anything else (I can count the number of times I've been in a church in my lifetime on a hand and a half maybe), that is saying something that I found it charming. The priest kept things upbeat and was obviously delighted to be doing his duties; he could have given a few tips to the priest who conducted my first nephew's baptism ten years ago or so. And I dare say I looked really good with my Mafia hitman look going. During the ceremony it poured rain, a good thing it's said representing abundance and fertility, etc and I remained silent during the call and response parts given that I don't know what to say at those times and maintained my poise. My friend S and I ducked out into it with a very nice usher who donated umbrellas to the cause of us getting to her truck dry, and we spent the next couple of hours having lunch and settling down a bit.
The reception was at Mamacita's on Spencer Highway and it was the same DJ who ran the show at my brother in-law's wedding last year, strangely enough. Cash bar plus fajita buffet plus a DJ who knew his stuff made for a very fun anf festive atmosphere. The toasts were off the cuff and heartfelt, and while they may have stumbled here and there I'd prefer to hear that than somebody droning through the usual platitudes. My friends and I had to leave early since they both had to get up early for work today and one was my ride, and the party was really starting to heat up by then. I wasn't complaining, though, as I can honestly say this was the first wedding I've been to in my lifetime that I truly enjoyed anyway with no drama to taint it. On my end anyway. I also gave M my usual advice to young folks at weddings: it's not about "wife, submit to your husband", it's not about the man is always wrong, or about keeping score or who's right and wrong--it's about respect, honesty, and communication. Once those are in place, everything else goes naturally from there. He appreciated it quite a lot and I am glad to have been present for their wedding.
My best thoughts and blessings to you, Manuel and Crystal. You are my friends and I love you both, congratulations!
The reception was at Mamacita's on Spencer Highway and it was the same DJ who ran the show at my brother in-law's wedding last year, strangely enough. Cash bar plus fajita buffet plus a DJ who knew his stuff made for a very fun anf festive atmosphere. The toasts were off the cuff and heartfelt, and while they may have stumbled here and there I'd prefer to hear that than somebody droning through the usual platitudes. My friends and I had to leave early since they both had to get up early for work today and one was my ride, and the party was really starting to heat up by then. I wasn't complaining, though, as I can honestly say this was the first wedding I've been to in my lifetime that I truly enjoyed anyway with no drama to taint it. On my end anyway. I also gave M my usual advice to young folks at weddings: it's not about "wife, submit to your husband", it's not about the man is always wrong, or about keeping score or who's right and wrong--it's about respect, honesty, and communication. Once those are in place, everything else goes naturally from there. He appreciated it quite a lot and I am glad to have been present for their wedding.
My best thoughts and blessings to you, Manuel and Crystal. You are my friends and I love you both, congratulations!