The hair was sufficiently shellacked, the jacket belt tied in a square knot that took several attempts, and the shorts under the dress in place as a wind contingency plan. We arrived at the wedding, and I promptly began hugging almost everyone in sight. Because I've had a serious case of itchyfoottravel-itis the last 8 months, I've missed two of my best friends' weddings and not seen lots of the nearest and dearest since graduation in May.
The wedding was beautiful. Like the bride and groom, there was nothing fussy about it, and according to a reliable source, it was only 22 minutes long. The groom tried to joke with his groomsmen while the bridesmaids were coming down the aisle, but promptly burst into tears when Jenna walked down the aisle.
The bride wore a strapless white satin gown with a sweetheart neckline and minimal rouching on the bodice, with about an eight foot train. It fit her silouette just right, and her personality too. The bridesmaids were in black and the groomsmen in purple vests and black tuxedos. Like a good Baptist wedding, the reception was in the fellowship hall and there was no dancing. You know how I feel about dancing, but it was for the best, as I wouldn't have been able to catch up with friends if I'd been Cupid shuffling.
Sam and Han's house was full that night. Chris and Rach, Mark, Stew, Liz and I all spent the night, which was prefaced by pizza and salad, hanging out with SG and Alex, and playing this crazy dancing game. This crazy dancing game had an "eye", whatever that means, that could read your whole body movements and whether or not you were mimicking your ghetto awesome hip-hop avatar on screen. Let's just say I got the most enthusiastic dancer award, but Han still ate my hip-hop lunch.
We were all together, but we didn’t have class the next day, there was no looming group project, and no apartment manager checking on the noise level. We were adults, and we still had fun. I was relieved. After the crazy dancing game, we needed something that required less energy, so we played Funglish. It took us probably ten minutes to guess "ear of corn" after Chris used "yellow", "round", "small", "long" and "sort of human", but it took us an hour to recover from laughing about it. Laughter is more readily at hand when you play games after 11.
The next morning we sleepily emerged from all corners of the house like burrowing animals after hibernating for the winter, and Chris, Mark and I ventured off to the store determined to find the grocery store without technological aid (in the tradition of the American pioneers). We made it back alive with breakfast ingredients. Breakfast turned into brunchy lunch by the time it was served, but that's OK. We're twenty-somethings, and they do that, I think.
That night, I had the chance to go to the Village Church Dallas campus and listen to Matt Chandler preach and worship among friends. Afterwards we made it to Starbucks after about six u-turns, and Cody, Pres, Grant and I chatted about climbing ladders, Charles Dickens and intermural sports.
It was a wonderful weekend full of stomach-aching laughter, hanging upside down on chin up bars, and just enjoying great company!
Sitting at the airport thankful for the luxury of weekend getaways,
LMS
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