What a great day for a russian wedding.
Or rather, a russian reception. The ceremony itself was sort-of quirky and personal. A fifteen minute adorably awkward presentation of a friend of the groom ordained minister, the bride, and the groom himself. This took place in what could most easily be defined as a marsh, both hot and buggy. But there's nothing like an outdoor ceremony when declaring your eternal love for the person standing in front of you.
At least, nothing like it for these two. Myself, I'm not sure whether or not I've settled on a preference between indoors or outdoors. I assume I'll oscillate back and forth between the two until I actually find some crazy girl that sees fit to marry me, then we'll discuss the matter (i.e. I'll see it her way).
There was an enormous gap between ceremony and reception, so we ate a brief lunch at the bride's parent's home, and then I went about my daily business.
Many, many hours later, I got lost all around the restaurant I was supposed to go to, which was really silly because I was given excellent directions and just missed it outright. Met the extended family members and several friends that were not at the morning's shindiggery and basically putzed around feeling quite foolish for about an hour. You see, my relationship with the groom is an interesting one. He has somewhat disjointed friendships. Basically, he has but a few close friends and they don't even know eachother that well, if at all. It was hard not to feel out of place.
As for the russian part, well the bride's side of the family is oh so very freakin' russian, which made the festivities quite jovial and robust. I was designated camera operator guy and managed to get some footage of the inside of my pocket despite total lack of knowledge as to how to operate the camcorder. Or perhaps because of.
The food was delicious. The wedding singer had a beautiful voice and sang a very solid selection as far as that goes. Good drink, good women, good times. Really a small engagement even considering the extended family. Hardly anybody there wasn't part of a couple, which also made me feel left out, but it was easy to get over that.
Only briefly did my mind drift to thoughts of past intentions and my ex-girlfriend. It was difficult, but I managed to grab some fresh air and quickly got back into high spirits. I've gotta' say, all in all, I had a great day.
It's not often that I can say that. Or at least, not often that I both recognize the circumstances of the day as great and appreciate them to some extent as well. And it's really the appreciation thing that makes it all worthwhile.
I good thee bid night.
Or rather, a russian reception. The ceremony itself was sort-of quirky and personal. A fifteen minute adorably awkward presentation of a friend of the groom ordained minister, the bride, and the groom himself. This took place in what could most easily be defined as a marsh, both hot and buggy. But there's nothing like an outdoor ceremony when declaring your eternal love for the person standing in front of you.
At least, nothing like it for these two. Myself, I'm not sure whether or not I've settled on a preference between indoors or outdoors. I assume I'll oscillate back and forth between the two until I actually find some crazy girl that sees fit to marry me, then we'll discuss the matter (i.e. I'll see it her way).
There was an enormous gap between ceremony and reception, so we ate a brief lunch at the bride's parent's home, and then I went about my daily business.
Many, many hours later, I got lost all around the restaurant I was supposed to go to, which was really silly because I was given excellent directions and just missed it outright. Met the extended family members and several friends that were not at the morning's shindiggery and basically putzed around feeling quite foolish for about an hour. You see, my relationship with the groom is an interesting one. He has somewhat disjointed friendships. Basically, he has but a few close friends and they don't even know eachother that well, if at all. It was hard not to feel out of place.
As for the russian part, well the bride's side of the family is oh so very freakin' russian, which made the festivities quite jovial and robust. I was designated camera operator guy and managed to get some footage of the inside of my pocket despite total lack of knowledge as to how to operate the camcorder. Or perhaps because of.
The food was delicious. The wedding singer had a beautiful voice and sang a very solid selection as far as that goes. Good drink, good women, good times. Really a small engagement even considering the extended family. Hardly anybody there wasn't part of a couple, which also made me feel left out, but it was easy to get over that.
Only briefly did my mind drift to thoughts of past intentions and my ex-girlfriend. It was difficult, but I managed to grab some fresh air and quickly got back into high spirits. I've gotta' say, all in all, I had a great day.
It's not often that I can say that. Or at least, not often that I both recognize the circumstances of the day as great and appreciate them to some extent as well. And it's really the appreciation thing that makes it all worthwhile.
I good thee bid night.
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And I like coffee. Ill be back Wed. have some ready then