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I completely fogot to post about the wedding. Perhaps it's because many of my LJ friends were actually present for it, and therefore have no need to re-live the experience. Perhaps. I did post a poem about it at MySpace, so if you're a MySpace friend (and you know who you are), you'll be able to view it and mock me for my obsession with writing all my MySpace entries as poems or prose short stories. Pictures are also viewable at MySpace. For some reason all the real blogs pop up over here, and everything else pops up over there. I'm weird, what can I say?
There were six people in total from Dave's side. His mother was actually very sweet - she blubbered a little during the son/mother dance. If you ever get the chance to see a giantess blubber, I recommend it. You'll either find it endearing or amusing. Jennifer is six feet, six inches tall. And she's not skinny. She's not fat, either, but she has large bones. And everything else. She wrote me a letter after the wedding, apologizing for her taciturn disposition during the wedding, but she was afraid she'd start sobbing *with joy, not sorrow - I know what you're all thinking: Poor Dave, if I were his mom, I'd sob on his wedding day, too ;)* and be the only person with ruined mascara, after which she welcomed me to what she called "their little family." I felt very honored, because I really think that might be the most she's said to me about marrying her son.
There were over a hundred folks from my side of the family. And when I say family, I mean my entire home town. When you come from a town of nine-hundred people, a significant portion of them show up to celebrate your big life moments. Dave held up marvelously in the receiving line; though I doubt he remembers half of the people I introduced him too, poor man. He had no idea that in marrying me he was actually marrying a town.
Anyway - the afternoon sun worked out quite well with the brightness vs. the heat. The ceremony was relatively short and sweet. I barely ate anything, as I recall. My cake was melting by the time we got to it, but that didn't detract from the taste. We wanted dancing, and there was a very little bit at the beginning, but then it fizzled as many guests were worn and wanting to go home. I think we were among the last people to actually leave the reception. Which was fine. I was blessed with a super-natural apathy on my wedding day that made me immune to anything that didn't go exactly as I had envisioned or hoped. Seriously - you can ask anyone there. It was like being drugged. I was just sort of contentedly calm all day, no matter what happened - though I do recall vehemently relieving myself of my wedding shoes as soon as I could. Pain. Lots of pain.
Thank you cards have now gone out. Thank you to those who came - it meant more to us just to have our friends show up than to have all the mismatched kitchen-ware in all the world.
There were six people in total from Dave's side. His mother was actually very sweet - she blubbered a little during the son/mother dance. If you ever get the chance to see a giantess blubber, I recommend it. You'll either find it endearing or amusing. Jennifer is six feet, six inches tall. And she's not skinny. She's not fat, either, but she has large bones. And everything else. She wrote me a letter after the wedding, apologizing for her taciturn disposition during the wedding, but she was afraid she'd start sobbing *with joy, not sorrow - I know what you're all thinking: Poor Dave, if I were his mom, I'd sob on his wedding day, too ;)* and be the only person with ruined mascara, after which she welcomed me to what she called "their little family." I felt very honored, because I really think that might be the most she's said to me about marrying her son.
There were over a hundred folks from my side of the family. And when I say family, I mean my entire home town. When you come from a town of nine-hundred people, a significant portion of them show up to celebrate your big life moments. Dave held up marvelously in the receiving line; though I doubt he remembers half of the people I introduced him too, poor man. He had no idea that in marrying me he was actually marrying a town.
Anyway - the afternoon sun worked out quite well with the brightness vs. the heat. The ceremony was relatively short and sweet. I barely ate anything, as I recall. My cake was melting by the time we got to it, but that didn't detract from the taste. We wanted dancing, and there was a very little bit at the beginning, but then it fizzled as many guests were worn and wanting to go home. I think we were among the last people to actually leave the reception. Which was fine. I was blessed with a super-natural apathy on my wedding day that made me immune to anything that didn't go exactly as I had envisioned or hoped. Seriously - you can ask anyone there. It was like being drugged. I was just sort of contentedly calm all day, no matter what happened - though I do recall vehemently relieving myself of my wedding shoes as soon as I could. Pain. Lots of pain.
Thank you cards have now gone out. Thank you to those who came - it meant more to us just to have our friends show up than to have all the mismatched kitchen-ware in all the world.