Living in a culture were everything is the "Best. _______. Ever." makes it tough to call something your best experience without it getting swept up with the rest of the hyperbole. I'll take that risk and dub my wedding day the best day of my life.
|A nice surprise from the folks at Onondaga County Parks and Recreation greeted us on Thursday. |
My sister's wedding gift was renting Camp Brockway on Thursday so we didn't need to rush the day of the wedding.
|A good thing, since it took us six hours to put together everything we've doing over the last few months.|
|Becky and I drew and labelled place settings. Becky and her sister made dozens of flowers from book pages. That's 10 pounds of Starbucks Espresso Roast holding them in place (whole bean; we have coffee for months). We wrapped the books so they'd match and printed labels so our families would know what they are. Those are Proust Questionnaires in lieu of a guestbook, which led my seven-year-old 2nd-cousin to say, "Why do we have a test?".|
|Our menu was pulled pork sandwiches, mojo chicken, tomato-cucumber salad, mashed potatoes, and cornbread.|
I love me some Dinosaur Bar-B-Que. You can order the sauces and spices to your home, or you can make them yourself. Their cookbook recipes are the same recipes they use in the restaurants, and they taste just as amazing.
|Nonpareils baked our cupcakes: Red Velvet with cannoli cream filling and ice butter cream frosting, Chocolate Espresso filled with espresso ganache and topped with mocha butter cream frosting, and nut-and-raisin-free Carrot Cake topped with cream cheese butter cream. Basically, you're looking at a lot of cream.|
We weren't quite sure how we were going to pull off the cake-toppers, images of books we love cut from old publishers catalogs, and mounted on our cobalt blue. Jen from Nonpareils suggested spray adhesive on card stock, then attaching those cards to coffee stirrers. It worked like a charm. They're stacked on books from my parents' shelves, wrapped in white, cobalt, and black. I'm pretty sure Jen suggested that as well. She was awesome.
We let folks take the leftover barbeque, but we took the cupcakes for the road. I wish I had one right now.
|After our first meal as a married couple...|
|When we returned, we found many in the family had already left. |
These are my parents, trying to sneak off. Luckily, we caught them before they missed our first dance.
Becky thought we should do Judson Laipply's Evolution of Dance. If you're unfamiliar, check it out. You're in for a real treat.
We rehearsed for several hours and several Coronas one Saturday night and decided that, apart from "The Worm," we could pull it off. For the couple of weeks leading up to our wedding, we rehearsed when we could squeeze some time in.
As an introduction, Becky told our families, "We couldn't pick one first dance, so we picked them all."
I must say, we rocked the Evolution of Dance. Our families could not stop talking about it. For six minutes, Becky and I were dancing machines. Unfortunately, no footage of our efforts survive except for these grainy, poorly-lit, disposable camera shots.
|The Brady Bunch...|
|The Billie Jean...|
|This shot is clear proof that we know how to "Ride the Pony," but this next photo is a real shame.|
Ultimately, a good time was had by all. Becky and I got cupcakes, Dinosaur Barbecue condiments, and some awesome reading material in the form of our family's answers to their Proust Questionnaires.
Some people took home paper flowers in glass vases filled with coffee, some took paper lanterns, and everyone got a book or two.
|At this point, the only Curtises left were me and my brother. . . and Becky.|
A wedding doesn't make a marriage. A marriage is created day-to-day as you and the person you've chosen learn what your love will hold. Sometimes it means living in the moment. Sometimes it means putting the mistakes of past relationships to rest so they don't cloud this one. Sometimes it means having coffee brewed when your spouse wakes up.
But now is not the time for wondering about how our relationship will evolve, it's the time for enjoying each-other. It's been thirty-seven lovely days that feel like an eye blink. I intend to play the newlywed card for as long as I can.