OK, it’s really quiet at work, and there’s nothing more that’s pressing to do so I think I can finally tell some stories.
Lessee… we left on Thurs the 7th to give us some extra travel time in case of bad weather. And because we needed to be in NY State on Friday to pick up a marriage license. We actually got married in MA, but they have 3 day waiting period! There was no way we could get there 3 days early to get the license. So we got a license in NY on Friday and then swung back through, stopping at my old church on Sunday where the minister who married us on Saturday pronounced us married again so it’d all be legit and then he signed the license. Way more complicated than it needed to be. I mean really, who’s going to change their mind in 3 days if they don’t in 24-hours (NY’s waiting period)? Oh well.
So anyway, Friday we got the license and met up with my parents to visit my godmother. Nice visit and then on to MA. We got some things ready, had a brief rehearsal and then a nice rehearsal dinner at a casual Greek/pizza place near the inn. (For those unfamiliar with the Massachusetts oddity of pizza-serving Greek restaurants, it’s a pretty common thing. It’s actually quite difficult to find Italian-family-owned pizza places outside of Boston. Dunno why.)
Our poor violinist almost didn’t make it. He flew in to Hartford (Bradley) on Friday and then was going to take the train on to MA. But Amtrak decided not to go that day. The reason wasn’t really clear. So he ended up taking the bus, but was about 4 hours later than planned. And he was volunteering to play so it’s not like he was even getting paid to do this!
Anywho, the ceremony was at 3 on Saturday so that the wedding date and time would be 12-9-06 at 3 or 12-9-6-3. Yeah, we’re geeks. It was in a very old little inn in Massachusetts. Since this is the internet and I don’t know who might be reading, I’ll leave it at that. If anyone’s really dying to know, email me and I’ll give you more info. It was a really really nice place, and the people there were wonderful and the food was outstanding so if you’re headed that way, I’d highly recommend them.
We had the ceremony in front of that fire place that’s in one of the pictures. I put the flowers in front of it instead of lighting it because, well, I had on a big dress with lots of fabric that could have caught on fire. And the minister’s known to get too close to fire. So no flames. But I really liked how the pointsettias looked anyway.
Very short ceremony with KeithT’s sister and the family friend playing duets on the violin. No idea what they played as we left the selection entirely up to them, but it was really nice.
Then we took lots and lots of pictures with every possible combination of people and had some nice hor d’oerves. The inn put on a wonderful dinner for us, and since it was such a small group (18 in total, 17 for dinner), they let us just choose off the menu instead of having only 3-4 choices. So the list included lamb and duck and New England pot roast and stuff like that. It was all sooooooo good. And those cheesecakes in the picture were every bit as good as the look.
Afterwards we just hung out and talked. No dancing. 
It was all very laid back and fun, and I think everyone enjoyed it. We only invited our two closest friends each (well, with spouses/SOs) so everyone who was there really wanted to be there. It wasn’t like having to go to a second cousin’s wedding when you barely remember them and don’t know any one else. I think one of my aunt’s may have been miffed not to have been invited, but oh well.
It really turned out just the way I wanted it, although in part that was because I wasn’t so set on it being just so. It turned out that we couldn’t light the big candles in the centerpiece because they weren’t in a glass thingy. So I shrugged and said oh well. The picture still looks lovely and in the end it didn’t matter one bit. And as I mentioned above, I have no idea what song the violinists were playing when I walked in, and it didn’t matter. I think it’s a lot easier to have a “perfect” wedding day when “perfect” isn’t completely defined ahead of time.
So anyway, that’s the wedding story. Not very exciting, but exciting probably would have meant something went wrong. I’d rather have boring and smooth than exciting on my wedding day! I’ll fill in cruise stories in later posts.
