Wedding Fun/Embarrassment
Saturday I went to a wedding. My good friend from high school was at last getting married, and I was happy to be there. To my dismay, during her reception, she did the whole tossing the bouquet/garter thing. This is a tradition I dislike and I think it should be done away with. Apparently, I am not the only one, as none of the single women who dutifully filed their way up to the dance floor (about 6 of us) seemed to want the bouquet. We were all trying to be as far away J and when she tossed the flowers there was almost no reaction. No one dived to catch them. Nothing.
Somehow, in all this jockeying for anti-position, I ended up in the fateful gap. The bouquet of flowers landed right at my feet. There was a beat of silence, and then I picked them up. Yay, me.
Then came the garter. There were even less single men than there were women. Included in the group of men was J's 5-year-old nephew. Who do you think got the garter? The 5-year old. Of course. So I got to sit front and center while a 5-year old boy slipped a garter onto my ankle. *headdesk* It was cute and a good laugh, and hell, I'm never bothered to humiliate myself in front of a large group of people.
J owes me SO huge for that.
The wedding itself was lovely. I cried. I always cry. It was partially because I'm really happy for J and D (and she looked just stunning), but to be honest, it was also partially a deep sadness. More and more, I don't see myself as ever getting to have that kind of love. The love that says "I know you and all your faults and I love you passionately anyway." The love that says "I choose you above everyone else to spend the rest of my life with." *shrug* Meh. Sorry, didn't mean to get deep.
The rest of the weekend was quiet. I did a little writing, not as much as I'd planned. Finished building the last of two Adirondak chairs, much to the dismay of my hands. And generally sat around on my bum and played with the cats.
Somehow, in all this jockeying for anti-position, I ended up in the fateful gap. The bouquet of flowers landed right at my feet. There was a beat of silence, and then I picked them up. Yay, me.
Then came the garter. There were even less single men than there were women. Included in the group of men was J's 5-year-old nephew. Who do you think got the garter? The 5-year old. Of course. So I got to sit front and center while a 5-year old boy slipped a garter onto my ankle. *headdesk* It was cute and a good laugh, and hell, I'm never bothered to humiliate myself in front of a large group of people.
J owes me SO huge for that.
The wedding itself was lovely. I cried. I always cry. It was partially because I'm really happy for J and D (and she looked just stunning), but to be honest, it was also partially a deep sadness. More and more, I don't see myself as ever getting to have that kind of love. The love that says "I know you and all your faults and I love you passionately anyway." The love that says "I choose you above everyone else to spend the rest of my life with." *shrug* Meh. Sorry, didn't mean to get deep.
The rest of the weekend was quiet. I did a little writing, not as much as I'd planned. Finished building the last of two Adirondak chairs, much to the dismay of my hands. And generally sat around on my bum and played with the cats.