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Oct. 8th, 2006 12:06 pmThe wedding was gorgeous, the bride radiant, the groom overcame nervousness to be obviously beaming with happiness, etc. Several people complimented me on my appearance, and every other person at the wedding was wearing black so I freaked out for nothing. Good for me.
The bride was in tears as she came down the aisle, and also teared up while saying her vows. Several times she dabbed daintily at her eyes with a beautiful lace handkerchief that she already had in her hand. "How clever she is," I said. I would never think to bring so much as a Kleenex, and there I'd be up on the altar wiping my nose on the back of my hand like some kind of boor. Because I'm very emotional and I often cry for no reason at exciting moments. So there I was admiring her preparedness--
No.
It turns out that she was carrying the handkerchief to cover up the gigantic bandage on her right hand. The previous night, while doing dishes, she'd managed to almost cut off part of her right index finger with a paring knife, to the point of needing an emergency room visit and some serious stitches. So she carried a lace handkerchief for the entire day, in every photograph, out on the dance floor, to cover up the truly massive wad of gauze that was her right forefinger.
But she wasn't terribly upset about it, and posed for several photos holding out the bandage. She was of the school of thought that you have to laugh at it at this point, because there aren't really any other options.
The wedding reception was marvellous: I was seated at table 22, which was the St. Rose of Lima table. St. Rose is the parish church with elementary school where Z went, along with the bride, and his buddy Chris. Z's older sister went there too, and she was best friends with the bride's older sister. Towards the end of high school the two had a terrible fight and didn't speak for years, but last night as Krista came into the reception hall she spotted the bride's sister across the room and came screaming down the stairs to embrace her, and they talked close as breathing for nearly an hour. So I suppose the feud's over.
So it was me, Z, Z's mom, Z's sister and brother-in-law who'd flown in from California [Z had been notified but had forgotten, and had forgotten to tell me, that they were coming] for the event, Z's best buddy Chris and Chris's wife Rose [both of whom I just love], Chris's mother, and then a couple whose son went to school with Z and Chris and whose names I knew but I hadn't spoken to them before.
Just home now from rollergirls: came in the door to Z making pancakes-- whole wheat honey-sweetened pancakes with a syrup made of maple syrup, maple liqueur, and honey liqueur. I ate like a dozen pancakes. Rollergirls was fun as usual but I forgot my camera, and really I don't know when I would be able to take pictures during practice, since I kind of have to participate... There was a guy there taking photos already, but I think he was there from a magazine.
I want to go rollerskating with Z-- I'm finally fast enough now that it's fun, and I know moves he doesn't now and I want to teach him. I wish he had kneepads though. He never falls, but I'm scared he will, especially since I'm so clumsy and if we actually skate together I'll probably trip over myself and knock him over. Eh well.
Oh! The league's going to form teams soon! So we can learn strategy and start to practice-bout and such! How exciting. They were going to form two teams of 15 and cut everyone who didn't score high on the skills assesment test, but they decided that interest is high enough to form three teams of ten instead and leave room for new members. (The teams are officially capped at 15 for WFTDA competitions.)
I'm sleep-deprived, and babbling a bit, so I might just go now and put some clothes on. Haircut remains fabulous, by the way. I almost got the ends to curl yesterday! I have pictures! Of everything!
OK enough exclamation marks. Bye.
The bride was in tears as she came down the aisle, and also teared up while saying her vows. Several times she dabbed daintily at her eyes with a beautiful lace handkerchief that she already had in her hand. "How clever she is," I said. I would never think to bring so much as a Kleenex, and there I'd be up on the altar wiping my nose on the back of my hand like some kind of boor. Because I'm very emotional and I often cry for no reason at exciting moments. So there I was admiring her preparedness--
No.
It turns out that she was carrying the handkerchief to cover up the gigantic bandage on her right hand. The previous night, while doing dishes, she'd managed to almost cut off part of her right index finger with a paring knife, to the point of needing an emergency room visit and some serious stitches. So she carried a lace handkerchief for the entire day, in every photograph, out on the dance floor, to cover up the truly massive wad of gauze that was her right forefinger.
But she wasn't terribly upset about it, and posed for several photos holding out the bandage. She was of the school of thought that you have to laugh at it at this point, because there aren't really any other options.
The wedding reception was marvellous: I was seated at table 22, which was the St. Rose of Lima table. St. Rose is the parish church with elementary school where Z went, along with the bride, and his buddy Chris. Z's older sister went there too, and she was best friends with the bride's older sister. Towards the end of high school the two had a terrible fight and didn't speak for years, but last night as Krista came into the reception hall she spotted the bride's sister across the room and came screaming down the stairs to embrace her, and they talked close as breathing for nearly an hour. So I suppose the feud's over.
So it was me, Z, Z's mom, Z's sister and brother-in-law who'd flown in from California [Z had been notified but had forgotten, and had forgotten to tell me, that they were coming] for the event, Z's best buddy Chris and Chris's wife Rose [both of whom I just love], Chris's mother, and then a couple whose son went to school with Z and Chris and whose names I knew but I hadn't spoken to them before.
Just home now from rollergirls: came in the door to Z making pancakes-- whole wheat honey-sweetened pancakes with a syrup made of maple syrup, maple liqueur, and honey liqueur. I ate like a dozen pancakes. Rollergirls was fun as usual but I forgot my camera, and really I don't know when I would be able to take pictures during practice, since I kind of have to participate... There was a guy there taking photos already, but I think he was there from a magazine.
I want to go rollerskating with Z-- I'm finally fast enough now that it's fun, and I know moves he doesn't now and I want to teach him. I wish he had kneepads though. He never falls, but I'm scared he will, especially since I'm so clumsy and if we actually skate together I'll probably trip over myself and knock him over. Eh well.
Oh! The league's going to form teams soon! So we can learn strategy and start to practice-bout and such! How exciting. They were going to form two teams of 15 and cut everyone who didn't score high on the skills assesment test, but they decided that interest is high enough to form three teams of ten instead and leave room for new members. (The teams are officially capped at 15 for WFTDA competitions.)
I'm sleep-deprived, and babbling a bit, so I might just go now and put some clothes on. Haircut remains fabulous, by the way. I almost got the ends to curl yesterday! I have pictures! Of everything!
OK enough exclamation marks. Bye.
