well.
matt's wedding was perfect. it was utter insanity during every instant except for the actual ceremony when everyone was serene and everything was still utterly raucous and random -- the sea crashing, nosy beachcombers ambling up, birds shitting everwhere, kids digging in the sand.
i don't think that this is going to be the speech that i didn't give at the reception and then didn't give at the brunch. that might have to stay secret. but watching the whole event unfold and seeing roxanne come down the aisle, eyes ablaze w/ tears, and the couple being so lost in the moment that we may as well have not been there was something apart from the rest of my experience. perfect.
setting the bitch up was a whole different story. being in the wedding party is fucking awesome. everyone should do it. and you should do it for your least organized (or "most laidback") friend. it's not quite the same otherwise. i'm not the event planning type, but i do have a personality that encourages me to run and fix what's broken in a party situation. i think that a lot of my friends are. so when that was my actual job, it was great: i spent time setting up and breaking down (though everyone -- even old ladies w/ walkers -- took chairs up from the shore), running covert missions to 'decorate' the car and the room, taking pictures, shmoozing with family, friends, etc.
so yeah, i don't have any quaint little memories from any part of the event except for the ceremony where i peeked around ian's head to see what was going on between the lovebirds, which was all i really needed. but it's exactly what i wanted it to be.
matt's wedding was perfect. it was utter insanity during every instant except for the actual ceremony when everyone was serene and everything was still utterly raucous and random -- the sea crashing, nosy beachcombers ambling up, birds shitting everwhere, kids digging in the sand.
i don't think that this is going to be the speech that i didn't give at the reception and then didn't give at the brunch. that might have to stay secret. but watching the whole event unfold and seeing roxanne come down the aisle, eyes ablaze w/ tears, and the couple being so lost in the moment that we may as well have not been there was something apart from the rest of my experience. perfect.
setting the bitch up was a whole different story. being in the wedding party is fucking awesome. everyone should do it. and you should do it for your least organized (or "most laidback") friend. it's not quite the same otherwise. i'm not the event planning type, but i do have a personality that encourages me to run and fix what's broken in a party situation. i think that a lot of my friends are. so when that was my actual job, it was great: i spent time setting up and breaking down (though everyone -- even old ladies w/ walkers -- took chairs up from the shore), running covert missions to 'decorate' the car and the room, taking pictures, shmoozing with family, friends, etc.
so yeah, i don't have any quaint little memories from any part of the event except for the ceremony where i peeked around ian's head to see what was going on between the lovebirds, which was all i really needed. but it's exactly what i wanted it to be.
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