Wedding Day fo an Old Friend
>So the wedding was on Saturday... interesting.
>The invitation said 5pm, but does that mean you need to be there by 5? Or that the ceremonies start at 5? I took my chances and walked in at 5:02 to find the bride and groom hand-in-hand giving the vows. That would make me just in time or barely late (I like to think the first choice.) Don't even get a seat at the event so I'm standing at the end, grated it was only about 30 feet to the front and as they walk past I get a surprised face and enthusiastic wave from my friend the bride.
>Of course being one of the closest to the door that means I need to wait until everyone else is out before I can leave. I look back to see the bride and groom, now Mr. and Mrs. Flores, standing right next to the stairs up to the third floor, where the reception would be held, and next to the plant I hid my present behind cause I didn't know what to do with it. After a while I talk to the happy couple and take the present upstairs.
>I stand at the entrance to a room full of tables, some marked with "reserved" and some without (let us call them the floater tables) and wonder what I fall under.
"Well I don't want to be in someone else's seat," I think to myself, "so I'll take a floater table."
The only people that sit at the table are a grandmother and her granddaughter, a girl so cute I could have pinched her cheeks off.
I fell that the description of this girl merits her own paragraph. At first glance she was wearing a purple dress that, apon closer inspection, turned out to be a "My Size Barby" dress that the girl wore to the wedding. She's coloring a hand out picture with a single red crayon and talking about how great it is and how much Adri will love it. She asks who the groom is and why they were getting married, why they were in love, and decides she doesn't like him... because of his name. She gets the explanation why this is a bad thing and at some point looks at her picture and says, "Damn, I did this wrong." That's right, cute little girl in a My Size Barbie girl says damn. I nearly laughed a glass of water through my nose.
>Eventually Adriana's patents come say hi and upgrade me to the same table as them and most of the family. I say a few more bits of small talk to Adriana and get my hand on a disposable camera and take some shots. The music starts up and the couple takes their dance to their song. At this point I would like to point out that Adriana doesn't listen to music and I've had to give her homework to find bands she likes. That being said, it was painfully obvious that the guy picked this song.
>About the time that the macarena starts to be played I decide there was not much for me to be doing and take my absence. Sadly the couple was in the middle of the dance floor so I couldn't say my good-byes, but I'm sure I'll be talking to her soon enough.
Nice time, felt a little out of place, but that happens with big crowds Hope she's happy and that things last for her, she deserves it.
>The invitation said 5pm, but does that mean you need to be there by 5? Or that the ceremonies start at 5? I took my chances and walked in at 5:02 to find the bride and groom hand-in-hand giving the vows. That would make me just in time or barely late (I like to think the first choice.) Don't even get a seat at the event so I'm standing at the end, grated it was only about 30 feet to the front and as they walk past I get a surprised face and enthusiastic wave from my friend the bride.
>Of course being one of the closest to the door that means I need to wait until everyone else is out before I can leave. I look back to see the bride and groom, now Mr. and Mrs. Flores, standing right next to the stairs up to the third floor, where the reception would be held, and next to the plant I hid my present behind cause I didn't know what to do with it. After a while I talk to the happy couple and take the present upstairs.
>I stand at the entrance to a room full of tables, some marked with "reserved" and some without (let us call them the floater tables) and wonder what I fall under.
"Well I don't want to be in someone else's seat," I think to myself, "so I'll take a floater table."
The only people that sit at the table are a grandmother and her granddaughter, a girl so cute I could have pinched her cheeks off.
I fell that the description of this girl merits her own paragraph. At first glance she was wearing a purple dress that, apon closer inspection, turned out to be a "My Size Barby" dress that the girl wore to the wedding. She's coloring a hand out picture with a single red crayon and talking about how great it is and how much Adri will love it. She asks who the groom is and why they were getting married, why they were in love, and decides she doesn't like him... because of his name. She gets the explanation why this is a bad thing and at some point looks at her picture and says, "Damn, I did this wrong." That's right, cute little girl in a My Size Barbie girl says damn. I nearly laughed a glass of water through my nose.
>Eventually Adriana's patents come say hi and upgrade me to the same table as them and most of the family. I say a few more bits of small talk to Adriana and get my hand on a disposable camera and take some shots. The music starts up and the couple takes their dance to their song. At this point I would like to point out that Adriana doesn't listen to music and I've had to give her homework to find bands she likes. That being said, it was painfully obvious that the guy picked this song.
>About the time that the macarena starts to be played I decide there was not much for me to be doing and take my absence. Sadly the couple was in the middle of the dance floor so I couldn't say my good-byes, but I'm sure I'll be talking to her soon enough.
Nice time, felt a little out of place, but that happens with big crowds Hope she's happy and that things last for her, she deserves it.