Thoughts from the Archangel

I try not to be judgemental, at least outwardly.  I think a lot of things about a lot of people or situations, but I rarely say those things I thought.  I did well holding my tongue this weekend at a wedding.

My DH has been friends with the bride for a very long time.  They attended secondary school together, and she was a bridesmaid in our wedding.  We try to see her when we make the trip to MI.   She has never been to Indy to see us.  The DH saw her around Christmastime.  She was not dating anyone.  Fast-forward to the end of last month: she’s got a Facebook status up saying she’s engaged!

The wedding was Friday afternoon – less than a month from the announcement.  It’s not easy to book places for a wedding in a hurry, and Friday afternoons work in a pinch.  The Little Wedding Chapel reminded me of a place you’d find in a dark corner of Vegas, yet without any of the charm.  The wedding party was a bit mismatched in their shades of lilac and levels of dressiness, but it was a Domino’s wedding (30 minutes or less or it’s free!), so that didn’t matter much.

I understand that this was kind of a last minute deal.  The groom is military of some sort and is looking to be assigned to a base any time.  That’s fine.  They presumably wanted to get married quickly so that she could move with him.  Great.  It does not excuse the bride’s undergarments showing in the openings of her overly decorative wedding dress.  Alterations certainly take less than a month, and so does buying the right bra.

Retracting the claws a bit, I have to make an observation.  The wedding ceremony, I think, is something that should be revered.  I think those vows are pretty serious, and should be taken so.  This wedding ceremony seemed like a big joke.  Even more odd, the “happy couple” didn’t seem so much like either part of that (happy or a couple) during the reception.  They didn’t hold hands or talk to people together.  She had to call him over when we were talking to her so she could introduce the DH as her “best friend”. 

The bride’s aunt hit on my DH all afternoon.  Yes, he’s quite a handsome man: I know, I have good taste.  It’s probably good that there wasn’t any music worth dancing to…she probably would have been all over him.  I had great restraint – I didn’t even make any snide comments, if you can believe that.

The bride and groom were out of their “formal” attire so quickly at the reception, one was quickly reminded that it was at a park pavilion that I, in my dress and heels, helped decorate at the last minute.  There were people in jeans and cut-off shorts…and the vast majority smoked like chimneys.  I was thankful for the breeze.  I could go on, but I’ll just keep sounding more and more snobby.  I honestly think a nice and tasteful event could have been had just as easily.  But what do I know.  At least the weather was nice.  It rained all day Saturday.

Sports post later.  Duty calls.