Sunday, September 19, 2010


I really want to keep up with the blog, but I think the bigger problem is that unlike Doogie Howser who wrote an obscure paragraph summing up the lessons of his day, I, as a writer, like to turn my entries into fairly detailed stories. I barely have the time to write my own comic scripts, let alone actual stories. I'm gonna try to do weekly summations from now on, just because I know you all miss me out there.

It's fitting my first post in a couple of week is this one. A lot of people criticize TV shows for their quick episode-end resolutions, citing how life has very little closure in reality. I, being the observer of the human condition that I am, have seen evidence to the contrary. Resolutions may not come by the end of the day, hell they could take weeks, months or years, but eventually a "dangling plot thread" does get wrapped up. Think about how many times something that you were involved with happened years ago, but then suddenly pops up again in a casual mention or what have you.

That was just a parallel to lead me into this: rarely do you get to see a story play out from start to finish. April & Roy is one of those stories. Roy was the first boyfriend of April's I ever met. I heard about the others long after the fact, so that was pretty much an indicator of things to come. Then I got to see it grow, from dating to moving away and living together, to moving back and now getting married. Of course that's not the END of their story by far, but it's pretty cool to've been able to see the evolution.

So, let's talk about the big day.

Firstly, I dreaded this thing for one simple reason: I have no dressy clothes. I've got my old work shirts, which ma said were "too casual," whatever the hell that means. I had my work pants, one of which was ratty and several that had some kind of stains on the legs. I also had a collection of ties I got handed, most of which no longer fit me in my current size (length AND width). So, my options were limited, meaning I had to buy something. I had ma do it, since she has experience in these matters. Unfortunately, the pants she got were too tight in the thighs, a miscommunication led her to get me a long-sleeve shirt which she KNOWS I don't wear, and the weather forecast for today rendered the jacket unwearable. So, it was back to the closet. Found a shirt I never wore, decent enough pants, and two ties that were sufficient. I also found it funny all the wedding-themed movies and programs on TV today. Odd.

D had wanted to meet up and go, so I met him at the train after I bought my card at Rite Aid. Did you know they don't make humorous wedding cards? I thought I was gonna get diabetes as I read all the cards they offered. I finished filling it out when we got off the train; unfortunately I jumped a couple words as I wrote, forcing me to off-center the rest of the card...whoops! That wasn't even the biggest whoops. As a testament to how distracted I've been lately, I didn't notice the RSVP link in April's initial E-vite that I had too fill out (she asked me them via IM), and I didn't know there was an itinerary for the wedding. It started at 3, so I figured that was when the ceremony was.


3 was when guests were supposed to begin ARRIVING. Well, we got there a bit after 2 to find the place still being set up. Oops. Kudos to Roy for hiding his nerves so well and keeping in charge. I could tell he was tense, but he didn't show it. Well, at least I managed to get D there on time. If we left when we should have we mighta been late, as he's known for that. We helped where we could, though. In particular waiting for the Indian food to arrive. That was interesting, as the idiots initially parked by a hydrant and had to move, and one of the guys ran past us saying something incomprehensible. I THOUGHT that's who we were looking for, but couldn't've been sure. It took the other guy 20 minutes to circle around the block and we began to unload the stuff while I had to stay with the car. By the time I got back inside, April was arriving in her limo so I rushed back upstairs.

People began to mingle and eat some appetizers while April got ready. She told me after that Tina and her mother had to help April cobble together a bouquet since the florist didn't show up. It wouldn't be a wedding unless everything went wrong. The ceremony was up on a terrace with a flower-covered archway and a nice view of the city. I found it funny how there was a church on either side and yet the wedding was in between them. April's friend Nelson served as the preacher, and the ceremony opened with a Beatles tune. Of course.

After was an intense photo session with the bride and groom. Dozens of configurations of friends and relatives. At one point Jessica gave out thick mustaches of felt on sticks, which were held up during several of the photographs. I'm thinking that was a play on the coming Indian half of the ceremony, but I need to ask what the deal was. Turns out it was Roy's idea to boot. I also have to wonder why I needed a fake mustache since I already had one. Hmmm...

April had seated all her friends together at one table for the reception. Me, D, Mary, Jessica, Maritza and her BF, Christina and her husband, and Tina (who had another wedding to attend and couldn't stay much past the first course...always double-booked, that girl!). The food was spectacular. It was like a party in my mouth, and much better than the place I went to with them months ago. Hell, I'm tempted to go out and get married just so I can have more of that food!

Back to that unknown itinerary: I was thinking that it was gonna be the ceremony, then an intermission, then the Indian ceremony. Nope. Turns out the Indian ceremony wasn't due to begin until 9! Yeah, no way I was gonna be able to do that, especially since I had to work tomorrow. After the first dance, me and D made our way up to April to have some words and give her our cards before taking our leave. D had to leave with me because apparently he'd get lost walking TWO BLOCKS to the train. Yeah...

Overall, not bad for my first attended wedding. And I'm very impressed with myself that I didn't get anything on my clothes, or that stupid tie. Seriously, who came up with neckties? Floppy damn things get into everything... But, that's a rant for another entry.



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