One Wedding Down
The wedding on Saturday was interesting to say the least. It was a very Roman Catholic wedding. The bride is my second cousin and I don't really know her that well. How well do I know the groom? Well I shook his hand and congratulated him and that was it. So seeing them recite their vows, making promises to God, I'm not completely sure how serious it was for them. The rituals of the ceremony were a little awkward, but each denomination has their own rituals whether they admit it or not. I'm not sure who ends up standing up and down more, my church or theirs. Heh heh. It definitely got me thinking about how I want me wedding to be. They had communion and so there was definitely some alienation there for those of us who aren't Roman Catholic. So will I make choices based on keeping people comfortable? Definitely something to think about.
The dinner was quite delicious and catching up with my cousins was a lot of fun. My dad's side is very much an Italian family and plenty of hugs and kisses were passed around. It's always nice to get reminded how much my extended family loves me. The hugs and kisses are not superficial at all.
The rest of the evening was not so fun. I am not a dancer by any means. I can slow dance, but I am way to self conscious to get out on the floor and cut a rug. My cousins tried to get me to dance, but I politely refused. And of course then my sisters give me the, "You're such a stiff" look as they dance away. And then of course there's the agony of trying to work up the courage to ask a complete stranger for a dance. I get all caught up in what other people are going to think. What will my family think? The jokes abounded over the night about who would be next to be married so I'm sure I'd get made fun of for showing interest in a stranger like that. And then what would the girl I ask think? Would she turn me down? Would she expect me to dance with her for the rest of the night, regardless if it was a fast or slow song? So basically I end up just sitting there for the rest of the night. Keeping to myself for the most part and trying to be heard over the music when people want to talk to me. All the while keeping tabs on where she is in case I make the move that I know I'll never make. Needless to say that when I got home I was pretty upset with myself for getting so worked up about the whole thing... just like I always do. It was definitely not a fun night to be single.
Matthew.
The dinner was quite delicious and catching up with my cousins was a lot of fun. My dad's side is very much an Italian family and plenty of hugs and kisses were passed around. It's always nice to get reminded how much my extended family loves me. The hugs and kisses are not superficial at all.
The rest of the evening was not so fun. I am not a dancer by any means. I can slow dance, but I am way to self conscious to get out on the floor and cut a rug. My cousins tried to get me to dance, but I politely refused. And of course then my sisters give me the, "You're such a stiff" look as they dance away. And then of course there's the agony of trying to work up the courage to ask a complete stranger for a dance. I get all caught up in what other people are going to think. What will my family think? The jokes abounded over the night about who would be next to be married so I'm sure I'd get made fun of for showing interest in a stranger like that. And then what would the girl I ask think? Would she turn me down? Would she expect me to dance with her for the rest of the night, regardless if it was a fast or slow song? So basically I end up just sitting there for the rest of the night. Keeping to myself for the most part and trying to be heard over the music when people want to talk to me. All the while keeping tabs on where she is in case I make the move that I know I'll never make. Needless to say that when I got home I was pretty upset with myself for getting so worked up about the whole thing... just like I always do. It was definitely not a fun night to be single.
Matthew.
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