Musings on a Monday Morning
What a weekend it was. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect going up for Mike's wedding. I knew that Katrina's mom was being an absolute pain for Mike and Katrina, I was a little uncertain as to how I'd fit in with everyone else, I had all sorts of reservations.
I started out early Thursday morning to try and get there at a reasonable hour and had a fairly uneventful drive. Mike called me when I was close to Rochester, so I decided to tell him that I got roped into work and wouldn't be in until Friday. Mike being Mike, he rolled with the punches, but said his trademark "screw you hippie" when I told him I was 70 miles out of Rochester. I arrived in Rochester and we immediately made the run for garbage plates and met up with his best man. From there, we had a war of nerf guns at Mike's house as our present for being in the wedding. One way to tell you're getting older, three of you are sitting around the house at 1:30am yawning and are ready to go to bed.
The next day found me going outside to retrieve something from my car, only to be locked out of Mike's parents' house because I'm less than a genius. Mike's parents came to rescue me and then Mike came over a few hours later and we went on a tuxedo retrieval mission. The tuxedo place was busier than any tux place I've seen, what was funny was getting alterations for myself, Mike's father, and one of the other groomsmen, while they forgot about doing alterations for Mike and Brooks, the best man. We got out of there with little to no time to spare and got to the rehearsal on time.
The rehearsal was interesting, the reverend was quite nice and personable. We were later given scornful looks for having too much fun at the rehearsal, but it was a rehearsal, and we weren't doing the actual wedding when we'd be serious, so it didn't really faze me too much. We then went and had dinner at this restaurant which seemed really high class, though all of us were in t-shirts and shorts, so we weren't exactly high class. Luckily, we got whisked away to some sort of VIP room and were hidden from view from the public. The bar was an open bar, which the best man and I took as a personal challenge, we drank a lot, but were nowhere near drunk. Much to our chagrin, we found out that Mike's parents were footing the bill, so we vowed to drink much more the next night.
The next day was the wedding itself. The wedding was really nice and quite classy. We were all standing with Mike grinning like idiots because it was such a nice event. Katrina came down the aisle and she was gorgeous. She was grinning ear to ear coming down the aisle, I was just so happy to be there at that point. It made it all seem worthwhile, I guess, and I was just so happy for the two of them.
The service wrapped up a lot quicker than I imagined and after what seemed like forever taking pictures, we were whisked away to the reception in a limo. The reception itself was rather classy and the food was much better than the night before. Brooks gave a nice speech for Mike and Katrina and the two of them looked more relieved than anything else. One of the greatest things of the night was that they had rented a Dance Dance Revolution machine because that was how they met, they did their first dance on the machine and that was a really nice and personal touch, at least to me. The rest of the reception went quite well, we made fools of ourselves, but it was all worth it.
The reason for the entry mostly is just to talk to myself about a few thoughts I had during the events of the wedding and what not. For one, Mike and the groomsmen (myself included) were all very similar people. I felt like part of my job for the weekend was to inject some fun and humor into the festivities. It seemed like Katrina's mom was bound and determined to make the proceedings feel like a funeral rather than a wedding. I felt a little unlike myself because I may have felt a bit like a clown, I acted slightly unusual in the fact that I just tried to have fun and tried to help Mike and Katrina have fun I suppose. I don't feel like I embarassed myself, but perhaps I could have been slightly more dignified. Whatever the case, I felt like I did a good service for Mike and Katrina and I hope that they understood why I acted how I did.
I think what's funny is that I was beaming like a proud dad when they did end up getting married. I was so happy for the two of them and couldn't help but to be so proud of Mike. I thought that it was a great ceremony and that he could not have picked a better woman. The two of them work so very well together and I guess I didn't know what it felt like to marry off what feels like part of your family. I was just so happy for the two of them.
I think the best part of it all was that this is what I get to look forward to eventually. I think I grew up a little bit over the weekend too, I've been feeling so much like it's me, me, me lately and I guess it made me more conscious of the fact that I need to be a better friend.
Anyhoo, that about sums it up for the wedding and the weekend in particular. I had an amazing time and it makes me even more excited to marry off Rob in September. It was really interesting coming back into town and having Ryan, Jon, and Rob come up to me and different parts of the night telling me they missed me. It made me feel good, I guess I'm kind of the glue that holds people together sometimes.
That about covers it on my end. I hope that life has been good for the few people that read this.
I started out early Thursday morning to try and get there at a reasonable hour and had a fairly uneventful drive. Mike called me when I was close to Rochester, so I decided to tell him that I got roped into work and wouldn't be in until Friday. Mike being Mike, he rolled with the punches, but said his trademark "screw you hippie" when I told him I was 70 miles out of Rochester. I arrived in Rochester and we immediately made the run for garbage plates and met up with his best man. From there, we had a war of nerf guns at Mike's house as our present for being in the wedding. One way to tell you're getting older, three of you are sitting around the house at 1:30am yawning and are ready to go to bed.
The next day found me going outside to retrieve something from my car, only to be locked out of Mike's parents' house because I'm less than a genius. Mike's parents came to rescue me and then Mike came over a few hours later and we went on a tuxedo retrieval mission. The tuxedo place was busier than any tux place I've seen, what was funny was getting alterations for myself, Mike's father, and one of the other groomsmen, while they forgot about doing alterations for Mike and Brooks, the best man. We got out of there with little to no time to spare and got to the rehearsal on time.
The rehearsal was interesting, the reverend was quite nice and personable. We were later given scornful looks for having too much fun at the rehearsal, but it was a rehearsal, and we weren't doing the actual wedding when we'd be serious, so it didn't really faze me too much. We then went and had dinner at this restaurant which seemed really high class, though all of us were in t-shirts and shorts, so we weren't exactly high class. Luckily, we got whisked away to some sort of VIP room and were hidden from view from the public. The bar was an open bar, which the best man and I took as a personal challenge, we drank a lot, but were nowhere near drunk. Much to our chagrin, we found out that Mike's parents were footing the bill, so we vowed to drink much more the next night.
The next day was the wedding itself. The wedding was really nice and quite classy. We were all standing with Mike grinning like idiots because it was such a nice event. Katrina came down the aisle and she was gorgeous. She was grinning ear to ear coming down the aisle, I was just so happy to be there at that point. It made it all seem worthwhile, I guess, and I was just so happy for the two of them.
The service wrapped up a lot quicker than I imagined and after what seemed like forever taking pictures, we were whisked away to the reception in a limo. The reception itself was rather classy and the food was much better than the night before. Brooks gave a nice speech for Mike and Katrina and the two of them looked more relieved than anything else. One of the greatest things of the night was that they had rented a Dance Dance Revolution machine because that was how they met, they did their first dance on the machine and that was a really nice and personal touch, at least to me. The rest of the reception went quite well, we made fools of ourselves, but it was all worth it.
The reason for the entry mostly is just to talk to myself about a few thoughts I had during the events of the wedding and what not. For one, Mike and the groomsmen (myself included) were all very similar people. I felt like part of my job for the weekend was to inject some fun and humor into the festivities. It seemed like Katrina's mom was bound and determined to make the proceedings feel like a funeral rather than a wedding. I felt a little unlike myself because I may have felt a bit like a clown, I acted slightly unusual in the fact that I just tried to have fun and tried to help Mike and Katrina have fun I suppose. I don't feel like I embarassed myself, but perhaps I could have been slightly more dignified. Whatever the case, I felt like I did a good service for Mike and Katrina and I hope that they understood why I acted how I did.
I think what's funny is that I was beaming like a proud dad when they did end up getting married. I was so happy for the two of them and couldn't help but to be so proud of Mike. I thought that it was a great ceremony and that he could not have picked a better woman. The two of them work so very well together and I guess I didn't know what it felt like to marry off what feels like part of your family. I was just so happy for the two of them.
I think the best part of it all was that this is what I get to look forward to eventually. I think I grew up a little bit over the weekend too, I've been feeling so much like it's me, me, me lately and I guess it made me more conscious of the fact that I need to be a better friend.
Anyhoo, that about sums it up for the wedding and the weekend in particular. I had an amazing time and it makes me even more excited to marry off Rob in September. It was really interesting coming back into town and having Ryan, Jon, and Rob come up to me and different parts of the night telling me they missed me. It made me feel good, I guess I'm kind of the glue that holds people together sometimes.
That about covers it on my end. I hope that life has been good for the few people that read this.