My aunt hosted my cousin’s “wedding” reception yesterday. While they have lots of space for the occasion, there were a few interesting caveats. We weren’t supposed to park at the venue. So we could either park a few streets down on the side of the road and walk, or park somewhere else entirely and get shuttled over. Of course, people just parked there anyway, blocking everyone else in. Also, the proceedings were outside, with nature. If you haven’t heard, I don’t do well with nature. I took four kinds of allergy medicine to get me through the first few hours so that it wasn’t catastrophic. Finally, my aunt really didn’t want any of the guests going into the house at all. The best port-a-potty I’ve ever seen was reserved for the occasion.
It was a temperate spring day without a cloud in the sky. There was a massive tent with a dance floor, music, food, and most importantly, an open bar. This was the only estate I’d visited outside of Victorian Literature, that had grounds. The brief ceremony itself was held on the gazebo. I had been asked to do a reading (the night before) so I was one of the lucky few that got a seat in the shade.
(featuring the back of my head)
Dinner was served, pictures were taken, toasts were given, and the cake was cut. I’m also allergic to dancing, so I watched my cousins alongside the couple’s friends from law school and the military, dance to Gangnam Style and Teach Me How To Dougie. One of the kids had somehow acquired all the little bells that had previously been on the tables only to run around making an incredible jangling noise. The pair of candles on one of the tables read “I love you” / “I know.” Illustrating that Star Wars quotes have a place in every setting. A cousin of mine wants to write a novel at some point, and may participate in NaNoWriMo. Some cousins can’t wait to get out of college, others don’t want to bother at all. A few brought their boyfriends and girlfriends to the reception, so I imagine there will be more weddings soon.
This weekend was the first time I noticed how much my cousins had grown up. I haven’t counted in a while, but I have around 25 cousins on my mother’s side, and nearly all of them were present. This was the first wedding of any of the grandchildren. Several have graduated college and moved on to become adults of varying responsibility. A few younger cousins are taller than me now. These days, we aren’t playing Pokemon cards in the basement at these events, we’re drinking with the adults. We aren’t breaking pool cues, but breaking corkscrews instead (Chris). And rather than running around the dance floor carrying dozens of bells, some of the older cousins felt we should get that kid to calm down. Times have changed, but since we’re all (mostly) on good terms, we’ll change with them.
(photo credit: my sister)