Monday, February 24, 2003 :::
The ring bearer dropped the box, but other than the bride showing up 20 minutes late, the groom getting her name wrong during the vows, and the bride getting hit in the head by bagpipes on the way out, that was really the biggest thing that went wrong with the ceremony. You know, it sounds worse now than it seemed at the time; it really did feel like it had gone perfectly.
I was previously a groomsman for this best man, but this was the first wedding I had thrown myself into quite this much. One of the bridesmaids and I did a lot of miscellaneous things over the last couple days, including throughout the day on Saturday, and I was still helping move wedding presents and leftovers yesterday. This was something I really wanted to do; I kind of mentally partitioned the wedding off from the rest of my life, and I didn't want to go back.
I might tell the cake story later, but for now just the observation that in St. Augustine's Confessions he writes that in his youth he was in love with the idea of being in love, and I entirely felt that way all weekend. That people often find partners at weddings has to be in part due to the suggestive atmosphere, doesn't it?
::: posted by dWj at 10:35 AM
