Transplanted Life
Monday, May 23, 2005
Drama-free wedding
And I'm not just holding information back this time. No hysterics, no sleeping with anyone inappropriate, nothing like that. It was Jen's & Carlos's day, and they were welcome to it.

It was kind of a daunting production, and from what I can gather, a little contentious behind the scenes. The wedding is traditionally sort of the bride's family's show, which is wacky because it's the groom who proposes, so the way I figure it, that makes it his idea and thus his responsibility, but tradition is under no obligation to make sense. Anyway, Jen's family is supposed to be the ones throwing this party, but Carlos is the one whose family is Catholic, so his mother wanted it in a Catholic church, which is expensive and elaborate and seemed to involve a whole lot of extra people from the church, whose job appeared to be trying to get Jen to convert. Lord only knows how they would have reacted had Maureen tried to bring her new maybe-girlfriend, but they've only been seeing each other a week.

Fortunately, I didn't have to get involved in any of that, I just had to show up at the hotel at 9:30, and supposedly help Jen with getting changed and doing her hair and makeup. Yeah, I wound up having Kate work on me while Jen's cousin Jenny (why, yes, that was confusing at times) and sister Olivia worked on the bride. And there were crazy errands to run - I barely even remember them now, but they seemed incredibly urgent at the time. One involved gum, I know - Jen suddenly got really concerned that her breath would be awful when she kissed Carlos in front of everyone, and he'd react, so I had to run to CVS in my bridesmaid dress because only Jenny had gum or mints or anything in her purse and it was hyper-strong cinnamon which just wouldn't do.

I made Kate promise to shoot me if my wedding, should I ever had one, became this much of a production. She said okay, but she's buying the gun tomorrow, because, come on, two mothers? Even if you don't talk to your biological mother, she says, you can't keep her out of it. It's not like you've got anything against her.

Then there was the wedding, which was long, and had bible readings, and was bilingual. But it was kind of great, too. Ritual is important, I guess, although I'd prefer rituals that took less time - after a while, I find standing in heels to be trickier than walking in them.

Chet acted just an itty bit jealous of Carlos's brother who was paired with me for the walking in and out of the church and the first couple dances at the reception, which was kind of gratifying. I think he was mostly amused, though, since Carlos didn't tell Manny all about me. I have to admit, he is big on the machismo, and he probably would have been mortified if he knew everything there was to know about the girl whose butt he kept "accidentally" brushing.

So, I didn't embarass myself on the dance floor, but kind of disappointed Chet when I didn't have much staying power that night. Hey, my legs were killing me and I'm not used to being up that early on a weekend. He did dig the bridesmaid dress, although not so much because I looked hot (a quarter-inch of cleavage can only balance the big old bow over your butt so much), but for the guy incognito aspect. Not sure what I think of that.

Anyway, Sunday was spent helping Kate and Jen's family take apart the reception hall, bringing all the wedding gifts to Carlos & Jen's place, and such. Wiped me out again.

But, we should all be rested up by the time Chet, Kate, Carter and I finally get to Star Wars tomorrow. I'm ready to burst, because, you know, I don't think that Palpatine guy is really trustworthy.

"But, we should all be rested up by the time Chet, Kate, Carter and I finally get to Star Wars tomorrow. I'm ready to burst, because, you know, I don't think that Palpatine guy is really trustworthy."

A little feminine intuition there, Marti?

- Z
Emperor Santorum? Or I could picture Bill Frist in a hood and with blue lightning coming out his fingertips onto San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom.
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