As doped up as I was on Benadryl, I probably never should have expected to drive the whole way to Rachael’s wedding on Saturday evening. But that didn’t stop me from trying. And I did make it about halfway before Stephanie took over, but it probably would have been better if I’d just let her drive right off the bat. Anyway, the fact that I’m leading this entry with a paragraph on the debilitating effects of my cold should in no way suggest that we didn’t have a good time at the wedding. In fact, we had a great time, despite the oppressive August heat.
Having been among Rachael’s bestest friends back in the day, I can attest to the fact that she’s been planning this for a long time. Even before she had herself a man fit to marry, she’d been dreaming of it. The members of the wedding party who gave toasts said the same thing. And when we drove up to the church, when we saw the horse-drawn buggy that they would be whisked away in, when I saw how beautiful she looked, and how near tears both she and Corey were, it was exactly what I had pictured. A fairy tale? Perhaps. But it was far more honest and true than any children’s story. The feeling of love in the air, between the bride and groom, between the family and friends—it was palpable.
Or maybe that was just the 100 degree heat inside the poorly-ventilated church. Who knows? All I know is that it was beautiful, and that my dear friend seemed as if she’d gotten exactly the day she wanted.
We had a good time at the reception, hanging out with Prok and his boyfriend Russell for the most part. We got to hug the bride and groom, who we hadn’t seen in about four years, despite the fact that they live so close to us, and in the minute or two we were able to spend with them before they had to move on with their schmoozing (And boy do I remember what that was like as if it were yesterday) we did agree that we would have to make time to see each other outside of weddings, that last time we’d seen them having been at our own wedding.
Wow, that was a long sentence. I’m too full of the sniffles to go back and edit it at this point, though.
Jason and Stef relived the good old days by dancing up a storm, while I only cut in for the slow songs, which was quite alright with me. Eventually, it got late, and, with a two-hour drive ahead of us, we said our goodbyes. We’d been hesitant to talk about our pregnancy at someone else’s wedding, thinking that might be disrespectful, but we did eventually mention it to Jason and Russell, not knowing when we might see them next. And I’d thought to say something to Rach as we left, but I think that’s just something you don’t do. You let the bride and groom enjoy their moment and don’t give them anything else to think about, even if it is a very happy something.
And, anyway, that’ll just give us one more reason to hang out with them in person sometime soon.