Tuesday, September 09, 2008

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends...

Saturday Writer and I went to a backyard wedding. It was for the son of one of the teachers I worked closely with at Writers school. It was a great, and very un-traditional, wedding and a testament to good neighbors. The wedding itself was right next door in the neighbor's back yard, the reception in the groom's parent's back yard. Their neighbors opened up their yard and their house for the party, which flowed between the two back yards. It was cool.


The wedding was great, the pastor was in his 20's and the ceremony itself was a well blended cross between traditional ceremony and stand-up comedy. The music at the reception was an exercise in contradiction, from the traditional incredibly romantic choice for the first dance & the dance with the parents (of whose titles I know not), intertwined with songs like the theme song to "Married With Children" and "Every Rose had it's Thorn". The food was great, and, well, they had Corona, need I say more? (Ok, for those of you who don't drink - it's a darn good beer). The company was awesome, it was wonderful to see so many (ok, it was only 5) people I worked with at the old school, and some of the students I taught. The only downer: I learned a lesson on not putting my elbows on the table. Seems there was a bee that was as interested in my food as me, and when I rested my arm on the table he was right below it. Yeah, he was mad, I got stung and now he's dead. But 3 days later my my arm is still swollen, and itches like an SOB. Ah well, it was still quite worth it.

3 comments:

Jo said...

Who's son got married? and you never mentioned anything about the bee sting last night (probably b/c we were so consumed with reading the sting wasn't the priority). :)

Max said...

Now that was FAST! I just barely posted the message. The groom was the son of the Math Department Head and I'll show you the bee sting thursday. Not sure why I didn't mention it, you are probably right except I'd put it this way; the pain of having all that crap to read overshadowed the pain of the sting.

A Paperback Writer said...

"the ceremony itself was a well blended cross between traditional ceremony and stand-up comedy"

Oh, well said indeed. That was a superb definition.
But I don't think you did the food justice in your comments. The food was super: massive burritos from Costa Vida. MMMMM.