The wedding was wonderful.
Thursday night my mother and stepfather hosted dinner at the Foreign Cinema in San Francisco. Just immediate family, about 25 people. I asked my stepmother to take my picture so I could keep my promise to you all. Full disclosure? I took out my frown lines. Yes I did. When I become the Buddha I will stop that sort of silliness.
Not a bad thing, having an award-winning photographer shoot one up. As I have said previously, Studio Choo’s flowers were spectacular.
Friday night, again as I have said, my father and stepmother hosted dinner for the extended family and out-of-town guests. The party grew to around 65. I did not ask my stepmother to take a picture, she was the hostess and had put down her camera. I would not have wished it otherwise.
The flowers were spectacular.
Saturday afternoon I put on my dress with flat shoes and tights, and wore it up to the city. I spent the afternoon at the salon with the bride and her bridesmaids, helping to, um, facilitate discussions with personnel to make sure the bride realized her vision of looking like herself. That’s a leather flower, by the way.
I’m thinking she looked just like herself. Especially when she started smiling at lot, later in the day.
My job also included perambulating a baby around to help him stay asleep while his mother, a bridesmaid, got fluffed. It was lovely to be part of the group, and share baby hands into the bargain.
I then drove the bride and attendants to the Golden Gate Club, where the wedding would be held. What with glorious babies, and bridal party chauffeuring, and so on, I wound up doing my hair and makeup sitting on the floor, squinting into a hardware store mirror propped up against the wall. I thought to myself that I actually cared very little by this point what I looked like. To be included in the preparations trumped self-primping. Easily.
That said, Operation Artsy Cousin was a huge success. Thank you all for the support. Turned out that the shoes were just dark enough to work. The jewelry played a fairly discreet supporting role. It was fun having something dangle at my ears.
I didn’t ask anyone at all to take my picture but it happened anyway.
The guests arrived. We were close to 200 people strong. A artist from the Burning Man community had installed the ceremony backdrop.
A Buddhist priest officiated.
It was perhaps the most thoughtful and intentionally meaningful ceremony I’ve ever attended. Also, my brother got married to a woman my family adores. We whooped and hollered with glee. Here’s a snapshot, complete with some closed eyes and my brother-in-law’s handsome jaw.
Then we all wandered over to a large room for drinks, and then an even larger room for dinner, dancing, and toasts. When the professional photos arrive we’ll have a more comprehensive post, with more pretty stuff. But for now, I’ll just say, the flowers were spectacular.
And, lurking behind this arrangement, my son and daughter. It was a wonderful wedding. We thank you all so much for the well-wishing.
Images: Photo of me by my stepmother. Other images, by me, except the rocks, which are by mid-sized anonymous niece:).