Happiness

I expressed frustration at someone I love today.  With recent events it's been hard to keep the keel even, and so many official functions over the years with the job stress - I still work at a place where a guy tried to kill himself in front of us, and another was carried out on a stretcher just last month - look, nothing's an excuse, and I do try to keep it all under the concrete seal, but we all have our tsunami-earthquakes to deal with.

I'm grateful I can talk about something else.

Yesterday I watched a very dear friend get married.  I haven't hung out with him in a very long time, since we were bounced out of the worksite where he is every day, and I've been so busy with the other work that I never seemed to find the time

So I found the time.  I called in what little favours I have left, got myself a midweek day off, got some clothing that fits and fit the occasion and made it to the church on time.  Thankfully, my date was a complete hottie so no one cared so much about the portly geeky guy with the thinning hair.

Who gets married on a Wednesday?

The ceremony was the best.  I would have tweeted 'mawwiage ...' if I could, but aside from short chortles it was everything it needed to be, and nothing much it didn't.  It was at the school where Ann was a Saint, if that matters, so it was old, woody and well-kept.

It was generally packed.  The bride and groom high-fived after the vows.  She wore white, with an orange wrap and purple, green and orange flowers in her hand to match the wraps worn by her party.  He wrote a white jacket, wingtips and an orange tie.  After so many cameras going off, continually, at the signing of the paperwork, the groom pulled out a camera and FIRED BACK!  (That's the photo above).  At the nearby reception, when they entered, a 'musical glitch' caused the DJ to 'accidentally' play the Imperial March from Star Wars.  Having met at a swing club ("at the table over there", they said at the reception), they danced their first dance very well.  The maid of honor talked about her Hetero Life Mate and all but said "this is not the best maid of honor speech in the world;  this is just a tribute."  Had she, I may have jumped up and cheered.    We stayed until I was too sick to stay.

I've been dressed up and hauled into church too much, lately, and for all the wrong reasons.  It's been years since the last wedding shindig, and I'm unable to properly express how glad I am that I (was) cowboyed up and (was) got to this important event.  If I have to forgo every other party this year, I'm glad to have caught this one.