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24 years ago today...
... it was beastly hot. She and I were both in long sleeves, of course, but somehow managed to get through the whole day without melting, despite both the ceremony and reception in un-air-conditioned halls.
The wedding was on the cheap by modern standards, although not too bad in the grand scheme of things. Her parents had given us $5000 to put towards the wedding and honeymoon -- we were both very clear that saving money towards the trip to Berkeley was a priority. Fortunately, we were both experienced autocrats by then, and used to working together, and by event standards that was more than enough budget. So we decided where our priorities were and put our money there. (Which mostly meant good flowers and a big cake from Rosie's, plus nice passed hors d'oevres.)
It was a pretty big affair by our standards at the time. We simply invited "everyone" -- open invite, but please RSVP -- and around 150 people came. The SCAdians far outnumbered the family, but that was both expected and fine: we were already deeply bound into Carolingia.
The ceremony was carefully mundane, but generally pretty. Afterwards, my grandmother asked why we hadn't done it in our nice costumes, occasioning a quiet "now you tell us that it would have been okay" between her and me.
Afterwards, Dad took all the relatives out to a nice dinner. She and I went home, unloaded all of the presents, carefully inventoried them and put together a notebook for the thank-you cards (because this was, after all, us), and went off to the friends-only party at Windsmeet. I don't remember many details, save that Kobi was assigned the important ninja task of making sure that her champagne glass was never empty.
I am, by and large, okay -- she's allowed me a new life that is proving to be rather crazy but rather wonderful, and I'm quite enjoying it. But today is definitely an occasion for some bittersweet reflection. Love you, dear...
The wedding was on the cheap by modern standards, although not too bad in the grand scheme of things. Her parents had given us $5000 to put towards the wedding and honeymoon -- we were both very clear that saving money towards the trip to Berkeley was a priority. Fortunately, we were both experienced autocrats by then, and used to working together, and by event standards that was more than enough budget. So we decided where our priorities were and put our money there. (Which mostly meant good flowers and a big cake from Rosie's, plus nice passed hors d'oevres.)
It was a pretty big affair by our standards at the time. We simply invited "everyone" -- open invite, but please RSVP -- and around 150 people came. The SCAdians far outnumbered the family, but that was both expected and fine: we were already deeply bound into Carolingia.
The ceremony was carefully mundane, but generally pretty. Afterwards, my grandmother asked why we hadn't done it in our nice costumes, occasioning a quiet "now you tell us that it would have been okay" between her and me.
Afterwards, Dad took all the relatives out to a nice dinner. She and I went home, unloaded all of the presents, carefully inventoried them and put together a notebook for the thank-you cards (because this was, after all, us), and went off to the friends-only party at Windsmeet. I don't remember many details, save that Kobi was assigned the important ninja task of making sure that her champagne glass was never empty.
I am, by and large, okay -- she's allowed me a new life that is proving to be rather crazy but rather wonderful, and I'm quite enjoying it. But today is definitely an occasion for some bittersweet reflection. Love you, dear...
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That photo of the two of you on your wedding day is beautiful not because it is a beautiful photo (which it is) but because the two of you are so clearly filled with joy and love.
So many people never get to experience more than a short period of that kind of happiness. You are, indeed, fortunate that you found someone to share so many years with.
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Hmm. Not the way I remember it, but entirely possible -- my memory is infamously poor, especially about timing details...
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I got engaged while shopping for your wedding present. I don't know if you knew that. :-) A picture of my ex catching the bouquet and then posing with it was in one of our wedding albums...
It was a lovely day. I don't recall it as being TOO warm, but lovely and sunny and very happy.
I suspect the statute of limitations has expired. I was part of the blue suit conspiracy that day, and yes: I am the person who put the obnoxious card in your car. Sorry about that (if you even remember).
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I did -- I seem to recall you mentioning it at the time.
A picture of my ex catching the bouquet and then posing with it was in one of our wedding albums...
Which of course reminds me of the failed first attempt with the bouquet.
I am the person who put the obnoxious card in your car. Sorry about that (if you even remember).
I confess, I totally don't remember the card. (And I suspect I simply assumed you were part of the conspiracy...)
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At least, that's how *I* remember it.
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The second toss was practically a fastball to my then-fiance. :-)
I was watching from the balcony. It was a pretty good view.
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Yes - that party. The day before (Saturday?) I was baking the four batches of my infamous chocolate-chip brownies, and the air conditioning stopped working. After a number of frantic calls to the ONE guy taking care of all the units that day ("no, you don't understand - this HAS TO BE FIXED FOR TOMORROW!!!"), he finally showed up and got the air conditioning working. (And was rewarded with a brownie.)
And Rob Meltzer made the mistake of sitting down next to one of the plates of those brownies at the party. I think he ate 7 or 8 of them, almost absent-mindedly (they were just *there,* you know), and they all caught up to him at once. He didn't - quite - get sick.
And one of my favorite memories was of finishing assembly of dlevey's tux outfit in the parking lot ("I never went to my prom - what do I do with all of this??!?!?" [bow tie, cummerbund, flower, etc.]).
Yours was also the wedding where I first learned that The Bride Never Gets To Eat At Her Wedding. I presented Jane with a glass of punch as soon as she came in (I *had* been a waterbearer at many Pennsics), but it never occurred to me to get her *food*, for which I've felt guilty for decades. Ah, well.
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