While #2 is off gallivanting in Europe, I thought I’d sneak in a report on her special day.
The eyes! The dress! The hat! The boots! The socks! The big glittery jewelry!
Spending the day with #2’s family is sort of like being in a 1939 comedy. Zing zing zing!
And the snappy dialogue wasn’t the only thing out of the beginning of last century. In addition to the top-hat fascinator and dangly curls, #2 had the most gorgeous dark purple dress, complete with fancy lace-up back that took three of us to get set to rights. Her eyes were the kind of smoldering smokey purple one expects out of the vamp in an early Agatha Christie novel or perhaps a mysterious lady from an early noir (not the ingenue!), complete with eye-lashes out to there. Enormous costume jewelry– two substantial necklaces with huge flat stones layered one above the other from neckline to cleavage. Big red steampunk boots with bright turquoise socks peaking out above (not that anybody other than the bridesmaids and mother of the bride got to see the something blue). Everything was outrageous and classy at the same time.
We processed in to the Muppet song. We started when it was time to get things started. (As we had not been informed of the processional music in advance, the wedding planner had to shush the wedding party’s giggles so as not to distract!)
The couple had a lovely non-denominational ceremony. There was an especially nice part where they honored family, including two elderly grandmothers who couldn’t be there (one of them being 99!). They honored each other and exchanged sweet and funny personal vows. The officiant was also pretty fun.
We processed out to the imperial march. There had been some discussion into swapping that out with Everything is Awesome (when you’re part of a team), but the classics are classics for a reason.
They served FOOD right after with hors d’oeuvres trays while the family pictures were being taken.
We chatted with folks we hadn’t seen in ages. We met new people. Everyone was all very nice and nice people from high school married nice people. It was just lovely all around.
Then there was sword fighting. #2’s fencing instructor challenged #2’s new husband for a dance, but I think that #2’s new husband was defeated (it was a little hard to hear). Then #2 took the sword herself and soundly trounced a groveling fencing instructor to the delight of the seated audience.
We were served delicious food. My favorite was the mushroom ravioli in a creamy pesto, but everything was wonderful. And mashed potato bars are fun.
There was dancing (and the DJ too loud as they usually are, BUT instead of everybody having to congregate in the parking lot to talk as they have at other weddings I’ve been to, there was a lovely patio for people with delicate ears or who wanted to be able to carry on a conversation).
The wedding cake was carrot cake. Enough said. The bride and groom’s champagne glasses were from high school prom.
I love weddings so much. I love family and friends getting together to celebrate a union. #2 and her husband are surrounded by loving wonderful friends and family. It’s no wonder #2 has been having all the feels, surrounded as she is by so much affection and fun.
The best weddings we’ve been to have been expressions of the couples as people and as couples. The worst ones we’ve been to have forgotten that and have focused on stress and posturing (also: see lack of food after the ceremony). #2’s wedding was the best we’ve been to (in spite of the DJ), and we’ve been to some pretty fantastic weddings. This wedding was unapologetically who #2 and #2’s husband are as people. The outfits, the music, the ceremony, the vows, the swordplay, the vegetarian meal… the only thing missing was horses. (They even had books as centerpieces. And magic cards were mentioned in the ceremony, if not actually present.)
When I came home and washed the professional make-up off, I realized I was missing half an eyebrow (the make-up lady asked if she could shape them, but I didn’t realize the left one was quite so offensive!). And I had to ask my sister how to remove false eyelashes (find the corner and peel). But it was worth it.
Imagine this little fascinator as a tiny black top-hat at a jaunty angle atop shoulder length curls.
(I dunno, what did you think, #2’s sister?)