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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-03 12:33 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-03 12:33 pm
In Other News...
And now, The Wedding.
I must say - every movie ever made about any wedding at all is all true. Everything that could possibly go wrong in the preparations does - and then it all turns good in the end.
Now, I did not ask Mother Nature to interfere with its natural cycle, but it did. The cycle came early. About two days too early. Right on time, the bastard. Right after I had my hair done, as I was waiting for my family to pick me up and go to the actual place, I realized that I need to get to a pharmacy.
NOW.
My mother understood, but I had to deal with a van full of family asking: "Why do you need a pharmacy? Can't you wait until after the wedding? Maybe we have something!" Coming from, say, my uncle, that was not helpful. No, uncle, as much as I love you, this you definitely do not have. I am sad to say that the bride was in much the same condition. Well, we aren't sister for nothing.
Obviously, we got lost on the way there. Instead of an hour, it took us two. My uncle can't read directions worth a damn, my dad likes shortcuts too much, my mom and I can't read in the car, and my grandparents were too busy nodding their heads and saying "uh-huh" at my brother-in-law's mother's incessant talking. When I say "incessant", I mean she never once drew breath. The entire two hours. It was like background noise - the whole way there.
Finally, with a headache that could kill a horse, we all got there in one piece. My sister and her fiance were already there. The two changing rooms were quickly made into "ladies here; gents there" and the preparations began.
My sister did my make-up, since I never wear any, and you should have seen the proud expression on her face! With my hair up into a complicated mess of curls, my eyes lined with black eyeliner and lashes all black, and lipstick, I actually looked good. And when I put on the dress, everyone was floored. Allow me this moment of conceit, since I will never look the way I did then ever again. I had never looked like this - I hardly recognized myself.
Seriously, I looked GOOD.
But my sister was gorgeous. No meringue in sight - she had a beautiful dress, very tasteful and elegant, and she looked absolutely stunning. I think my mom might have cried had she not feared that her one eyeliner would smear.
I actually enjoyed myself immensely. I got to see Anya, my friend of 19 years, and we danced and talked and had way too much fun together. I got to see a lot of cool people. I got to see my sister ecstatically happy. It really was wonderful.
Weddings are usually rather distant, since so few people know each other. This one was different. There weren't a lot of people - and a lot of them were really great friends. Many prepared skits and games, which brought everyone even closer together as they laughed at the two newly-weds being ridiculed.
I feel like a sap saying all of this, but it was wonderful. Simply perfect.
They're not the best, rather small, but you get the gist of it...sorta...meh.
I must say - every movie ever made about any wedding at all is all true. Everything that could possibly go wrong in the preparations does - and then it all turns good in the end.
Now, I did not ask Mother Nature to interfere with its natural cycle, but it did. The cycle came early. About two days too early. Right on time, the bastard. Right after I had my hair done, as I was waiting for my family to pick me up and go to the actual place, I realized that I need to get to a pharmacy.
NOW.
My mother understood, but I had to deal with a van full of family asking: "Why do you need a pharmacy? Can't you wait until after the wedding? Maybe we have something!" Coming from, say, my uncle, that was not helpful. No, uncle, as much as I love you, this you definitely do not have. I am sad to say that the bride was in much the same condition. Well, we aren't sister for nothing.
Obviously, we got lost on the way there. Instead of an hour, it took us two. My uncle can't read directions worth a damn, my dad likes shortcuts too much, my mom and I can't read in the car, and my grandparents were too busy nodding their heads and saying "uh-huh" at my brother-in-law's mother's incessant talking. When I say "incessant", I mean she never once drew breath. The entire two hours. It was like background noise - the whole way there.
Finally, with a headache that could kill a horse, we all got there in one piece. My sister and her fiance were already there. The two changing rooms were quickly made into "ladies here; gents there" and the preparations began.
My sister did my make-up, since I never wear any, and you should have seen the proud expression on her face! With my hair up into a complicated mess of curls, my eyes lined with black eyeliner and lashes all black, and lipstick, I actually looked good. And when I put on the dress, everyone was floored. Allow me this moment of conceit, since I will never look the way I did then ever again. I had never looked like this - I hardly recognized myself.
Seriously, I looked GOOD.
But my sister was gorgeous. No meringue in sight - she had a beautiful dress, very tasteful and elegant, and she looked absolutely stunning. I think my mom might have cried had she not feared that her one eyeliner would smear.
I actually enjoyed myself immensely. I got to see Anya, my friend of 19 years, and we danced and talked and had way too much fun together. I got to see a lot of cool people. I got to see my sister ecstatically happy. It really was wonderful.
Weddings are usually rather distant, since so few people know each other. This one was different. There weren't a lot of people - and a lot of them were really great friends. Many prepared skits and games, which brought everyone even closer together as they laughed at the two newly-weds being ridiculed.
I feel like a sap saying all of this, but it was wonderful. Simply perfect.
They're not the best, rather small, but you get the gist of it...sorta...meh.
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i'll fix it...
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today is not a good day for computers, is it?
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And today seems to be a SUXy day for technology in general. *sigh*
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Make a Geocities or Angelfire account, upload your images there, and then rename them ".txt" instead of ".jpeg" or ".gif"
This catches a loophole in the direct linking barricades, and let's you steal bandwidth. Teehee.
Anyway, I am very glad you had fun. I have gone to many sister weddings in my life (I have a family like a Weasley Negative. I'm the only male of seven siblings.), unfortunately these were mostly Italian weddings which are both very long, and very boring. EVen eating is boring. There's a forty-or-so-course meal afterwards that lasts a good four hours.
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Holy Mother of God, you're one of seven children? And six are GIRLS?! My God, PMS time must be horrible! I am very sorry. I only have just the one sister, and we're plenty. :P You must be a saint. Your mother, too, for that matter.
Wow...
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I'm sometimes very happy that I ended up about as straight as a counterfeit 3 dollar bill, though. It's much easier to bring home a guy to six sisters than a girl. "She's a slut." "I heard she got pregnant in seventh grade." "You can do better than HER." "God, you're dating THAT THING?"
Needless to say, they were very protective and opinionated, as women from that area of the world tend to be. Even worse, I'm like the "Percy" of the group. Smack dab in the middle, and just not fitting in.
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Ah, stupid tourists... When I lived in NYC, I saw them every day - they stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course, I'll look much the same way when I cross the ocean... Such is the fate of travellers. I am always on the side of the locals, though - whether I happen to be one or no.
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:)
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Not that he didn't try. On several occasions! ;-)
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Besides, it can't be worse than the wedding of one of my best friends from high school. She was marrying a Saudi Arabian guy and I was her maid of honour. She and I were the only ones in the damn wedding party who spoke English. I didn't figure *that* out until after I'd been yammering on to the best man for god knows how long and wondering why he had this confused look on his face. >_<
Add to that the fact that we broke the punch bowl in our mad dash to get it to the reception on time, forgot some of the flowers and had to race back for them and very nearly got ticketed for excessive speed and careless and impudent driving. Good thing she and I both have the ability to turn on the tears at a moment's notice and can put our Southern accents to good use when pulled over by male cops!
But, I'm glad that your sister's wedding went so well. I'm sure that she *and* you both looked radiant. You don't give yourself enough credit, Liz--you are a very pretty young woman.