(Alternate Title: “In Which I Write Two More Posts About the Wedding And Then Politely Move on to Other Things”).
Once upon a time, at the ripe old age of 25, I went to a movie with a guy who didn’t look at me when we talked. Naturally, I was sure that it was the first and only time we’d ever hang out. Four years later, we’re husband and wife. To each other. And not by accident either! Imagine that.
So here were are now… the Married Life. It does feel different. Finally! Although, the only way I can think to describe the new sensation is… “more responsible.” Yup. Now we’re in it for the “long haul,” as the kids say.
We’ve seen plenty of parents (mine included) get divorced or separated. And in taking our time to get to this point in life now, maybe we’ve made better choices. We’ve had time to be a little more judicious. Maybe built something that, more often than not, might actually last. And out of love rather than mere obligation. Of course, time will tell. In any event, to my husband Phil: assuming you’d ever read this blog, I just wanted to say I love you very much and look forward to our future together.
Also: please put away the dishes. Loooove you!
Phil and I got married in Fox Hunting Country (western Virginia), which sounds rather inhumane when you’re talking about romantic venues in the 21st century, but it turned out to be a great place for a small wedding. We had the run of a small hall for most of the weekend, and when the evening rolled around on the day of the wedding and we didn’t know how to work the air conditioning, we threw open the doors and turned up the music without complaint from the neighbors (because there weren’t many). Although, someone inside the hall did complain about the music being too loud.
Still, the wedding was great fun! One of the best days ever, in fact!
To you future wedding planners: no matter how you slice it, wedding planning is an absolute headache, assuming you take part in the process. Which makes sense, since you’re trying to synchronize people and coordinate activity for this one particular event. Not surprisingly, it consumes months of your life to the point that dropping everything, rushing off to elope, and calling your parents to tell them about it afterwards sounds like a good idea. But when the stress finally subsided, it really did turn out to be one of the best times we ever had. Of course, we owe an impossibly big thanks to our wedding party (consisting of one couple who got married this Memorial Day weekend in Alaska and another couple who will tie the knot in New Jersey this coming weekend) and Tom, all of whom helped keep things remarkably organized and graciously sane. I also can’t say enough how great it was to have almost all of our closest friends and family there with us. We hoped you guys had just as much fun as we did. Plus, the world didn’t end! And while the world not ending might have been a huge drag for the Camping camp, we were pretty psyched about getting our money’s worth with the DJ, seeing as how we survived long enough to dance and all. Wee!
There are still a flood of photos yet to be posted. Probably video, too, assuming Tom and Matt (our wedding photographer and videographer) have time to make one before the summer activities steal them away. Seriously, there’s a ton of great shots. Short of that, a rundown of the highlights:
1) I was actually late arriving to my own wedding and now, I’m working through a checklist for effective ways to get nail polish out of gaberdine. We weren’t too late, really. And, it seemed like that slow stretch down the highway snagged a lot of guests, so one missed anything. Well, almost no one except Lopez who was up till 6 that morning doing arrest paperwork. In the end, we learned a valuable lesson about traveling around the country: whenever possible, avoid driving behind motorcyclists on one-lane roads through small, historic towns. They drive like every mile is a School Zone. Plan your time accordingly.
2) Phil got his way and I wore a veil by the power of miscommunication. All along he said I should, but I just wanted a hair accessory that was simple and you know, not all that 19th century. Then Grandma called one day to say she made a comb to go with the dress that she had just finished sewing and hand-beading. It wasn’t until I opened the box that she mailed that it was clear… comb=veil=Phil wins! So I sported Grandma’s handiwork from head to toe.
2) We selected the only DJ from a company whose demo videos did not give us the impression of a career rife with disco and rollerrink performances. But what we hadn’t immediately noticed about young, unimposing Lindsay until she appeared in the dressing room to review last minute schedule changes on account of our aforementioned tardiness was her massive, muscular forearms. Which means she may be a bodybuilder moonlighting as a DJ, or vice versa. Despite an intimidating build, though, she was super nice and really a terrific DJ. At the end of the wedding, she stopped by to congratulate Phil and I, remarking that she was impressed with the crowd, that it was one of the few audiences where people really seemed to enjoy themselves the whole time (though I imagine more so once we got those ceremonial formalities where you’re supposed to sit there and watch things happen). She was really impressed with guys who seemed to dance well, often, and without prodding from their dates. “So we’re the kind of guys that aren’t afraid to dance with other guys?!” Phil joked.
3) 5 year-olds make the best wedding guests. They are invariable hyperactive, most likely cute, and willing to dance non-stop. I foresee lots of party invitations and probably cheek-pinching in Ward Johnson’s future.
4) Phil innocently attempted to play matchmaker with his coworker and my former coworker, hoping the two would hit it off. To break the ice, he rather discreetly dedicated “Bring Sexy Back” to young officer Lopez in the hopes of breaking the ice for the two. Instead, my grandma somehow wound up bringing sexy back with him. Possibly with cheek-pinching. Actually, grandma danced a lot! We could barely get her to stick around to take the obligatory family photos on the lawn after the ceremony. I foresee a lot of party invitations in her future, too.
5) The Rapture Day Red Hots are not so left over (in part because they blended with the Jesus Fish mints and chocolate Whoppers), but at least our other party favors were much more appreciated, though we forgot to give consideration to color coordinating to people’s outfits. Kudos to Awesome Ned who inadvertently had some under the belief that his cigar-hole mustache was the real deal.
6) My wedding marked the first time in about 20 years in which my brother wore (and now owns) a suit. Back then, it was just a striped sports jacket and clip-on tie. He also gave me the best present of all: he cut his hair!!
7) Second best gift might have been from my Number 2, although the salute to old days gone by may be frequently misinterpreted.
The gift was said to stir up a spat between Number 2 and Mizz Crane about the obligation for accompanying wedding cards. Number 2 was staunchly anti-greeting card when I first met him, so the refusal is only natural. But it’s cool anyway kids, we got plenty of cards. In fact, the one from Compton and the Russel taken at Johneroo ’09 is probably going to be on our refrigerator for many years to come.
8 ) McD caught the bouquet. Awesome Ned caught the garter. Neither were planned. Guys: we can recommend a good venue, DJ, caterer, photographer, bakery, and tailor when you’re ready. (Because you know, married couples like to instigate the marriages of others! If the marriage rate is down in the last few years, it’s because people haven’t been meddlesome enough!)
9) One reason we chose this particular venue was because we could bring in our own liquor. Which is great for beer snobs like us (goodbye Budweiser!). This meant Yuengling in cans (thanks to generous donations from the Bachelorette party) and tediously selected craft brews that, unfortunately, never even made it out to the tables… what the?!!
The bartender was rumored to be snobby about the drink orders (though really, he may have just been really bored, giving people’s voluntary temperance for the evening), which in turn made me self-conscious about wimpy orders like white wine and light Sam Adams. He made up for it by dancing with Singletary for so long as the DJ played salsa. (See above). Win!
10) And speaking of drinks: Number 2’s mixology appears to have gone mainstream! Or at least, if you ordered the secret “Special,” you’d get a beer mixed with Coke! Also not planned!
11) Another thing we learned about country living is that the further west in Virginia you go, the larger the bugs get. And we’re talking about eat-your-face-make-you-shriek-like-little-ghurl kind of grandiose! (Ask Mark). It was the unfortunate downside to not knowing how to operate the air conditioning on humid, 90-degree kind of day.
12) We received a check with “To Love’s Eternal Glory” written on the memo line (thanks Nancy and Skip!). In trying to keep track of wedding gifts, I have learned that in a couple, the women will take care of addressing all the cards and checks. The men, on the other hand, take care of cashing the checks (official name-changing takes a while).
13) It was cool that so many people showed up in royal blue, Phil’s choice for the color scheme. Before, I heard a lot of crazy things about what people intended to wear. Ali and Mark wanted to do pirate costumes, Jen B. and the Other Mrs. C in hideous 80’s prom dresses. Kendra in something with puffy sleeves. The only one who actually followed through was John, who asked if he could wear his tux. It would have been more awesome had we gotten the air conditioner working.
So these are just some of the highlights of a very awesome. These and the rest of the photos are going to make a killer video montage ( so don’t worry, you’ll all be included) once we can get all of the kids sharing. Danish: This Means You!