So last weekend was a cousin’s wedding and it went over pretty well (I think?) Despite raining a bit in the morning and on the drive up it cleared up in time for the outdoor wedding and as far as I know, nobody got stuck in the front lawn or any mud. The reception, which was at the old armouries was GORGEOUS. I mean, really… wedding book gorgeous. I’m sure it wasn’t cheap either. There was something absolutely delightful about walking into a place with doors that were huge, solid, old wood and thick and TALL with bolts and metals that made you feel like the doors were actually built for some type of giant or in the very least, not itty-bitty hoomans juxtaposed with the very upscale girly wedding decor of light and crystal and chandeliers and high ceiling. I would say it was probably the most beautiful wedding I remember being to but along with that came a feeling of not belonging to such a ‘prettified’ place or thing or something. It was a little strange. Actually there were a lot of little strange things about the wedding. The bride, who I’ve known for awhile but not really well I thought gave a bit of a weird speech at the wedding. I feel badly saying so but it dragged on and on and sounded more like an acceptance speech than a wedding speech. You could also clearly tell she was a bit nervous and they probably should have had speakers in the back because the acoustics in such a large open space were not great with just the one microphone. I had never been to a wedding before where the bride went on and ON AND ON about the wedding decor and thanking ‘her designer’ and stuff like that. It really was basically all about her plan and vision for ‘her day’ and not much about my cousin and being in love. Also, when her sister’s got up to speak they would mention her being the youngest and favourite and all that and then when the bride got up she said, “yeah… it’s totally true.” That was a bit odd too. Self-proclaiming yourself as a ‘princess’ and ‘getting whatever you want’ in your speech seems a bit … well, I was just a bit shocked I guess. I’d known her for awhile and she always seemed a bit shy and quiet. She totally nailed the beautiful and elegant wedding though.
As we were sitting there at dinner my aunt said, “well, I guess J will be the next to me married” and I sort of went all wide-eyed because he’s my third to youngest cousin and I guess I still think of him as ‘little’ even though he’s in his mid-twenties now. And as I pondered that I thought well yeah, I guess.... he’s been high school sweethearts with his gf and even though they went to different universities they stayed together and it’s almost coming up on a decade now that they’ve been together. I think it sort of really sweet. My mother doesn’t seem to think those types of relationships last.
I was sort of glad to get home and out of the dress that I’ll probably never wear again (my pantyhose had long since come off in the car ride to the reception) and breathe a bit of a sigh of relief that I’m done with the dressy stuff and shoe stuff for awhile.
That was, until the next day and there’s a engagement picture of S’s ring that J gave her. So I did the congratulatory thing and only grumbled a few minutes under my breath about having to find a dress). The other weddings made me feel old enough but this one makes me feel positively ancient. There was a brief period in my twenties where I went to live with these cousins for awhile and “nanny/mother” them so I DO have an embarrassing story or two for the wedding which I may or may not share:)
So yes. Another cousin. Another Wedding. Another Dress. Another wooHOO!
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