So first there is a sad note. Before we arrived in Canada we found out that Sophie had to be put to sleep. She was really sick and was found with tumors and the vet encouraged my grandmother to put her down. I was a little upset but it hit Mom much harder. But don't feel too bad. Sophie had a very happy life as we all remember and lived a long one for a small dog. I was sad that I didn't get to say goodbye, but better that she wasn't in pain anymore.
So on to happier thoughts: The Wedding
The ceremony itself was very short. Kathleen was in tears as she said her vows making everyone else cry, but she looked beautiful. Once Jennifer puts the pictures up on the wedding site, I'll link so everyone can see the dress and all that fun stuff.
The reception: The food was good. All the cousins got stuck at the kids table with all the younger cousins and while that was fine because who else was going to watch the younger ones, it still irked me being the oldest. I mean you think 23 would be old enough to move up from the children's table.
The speeches made me cry like a fiend. Damn emotional people. It was nice though. The cousins irished danced. They're so good. They sure didn't quit at 13. oops. Well anyway they were fabulous and Stephanie (Ady's roomate) sang I'll take you home Kathleen, which is an Irish ballad and Falling by Alycia Keys. The room was silent while she sang. Everyone was so stunned. I mean not a peep out of anyone while she sang. It was a little weird, but later they all came up to her and told her how great she was so I guessed they liked it. My Uncle Jerome said he was scared to talk to her after that. He was being his silly self of course.
It was your normal wedding. When we first got there I got shouts of "I know who you are!" "The image! The complete image of your mother!" from all of Mom's cousins. And then they looked at Ady and said, "Much more like the French side." Genetics are weird. We're thought to be twins all the time, but I'm the image of my mother and my sister's the French side. People are weird But if ever there was a doubt that I'm my mother's daughter it is gone now.
The most shocking moment of the evening for me was hearing what my Uncle Shane had to say about me. Maybe I should explain my outfit first though. I was wearing a midlenght pink skirt with a red form fitting top and I had this big black glittery fake orchid in my hair. Now he's not really my uncle as he is Kathleen's dad but her parents are divorced. Anyways I had never met him and the last time my mother had seen him she was my age.
So I got into the receiving line after the ceremony and said hi to Kathleen and Larry and my aunt and then met Shane, explained I was Rosemary's daughter and said, " Nice to meet you." That was it. The extent of my conversation. Not once was the word "like" or "you know" mentioned.
Later on my mother tells me that Shane said I was a typical California girl. And I went "uhh okay, didn't think I was that California, but whatever I do live in California." Later I talk to my Aunt Paula and it seems he didn't say I was a California girl but a typical VALLEY GIRL! Me! A valley girl! I had no idea what to say. I mean did I look blond? Did I seem as if I wanted to say "like" or "you know" while tiping my head to the side and chewing gum? I didn't think so. Strange the way people see you, but apparently Shane has a gift for saying things to push people's buttons. And my Uncle Jerome never liked him too much so right there, he's got about a million strikes against him. I'm still boggled. Me? A valley girl? Who would have thunk it?
So but that was the wedding. I'll make sure to scan in some pictures that I took as well as link to Jen's.Posted by nuala at October 16, 2002 10:15 AM