Backstory: All my friends are now married or getting married.*
Another one, Steve, took the wedding plunge last Saturday in Richmond. I met Steve when we both lived in Connecticut-- we did a few shows together, and I sang with him at his church. I've since moved to Pennsylvania, and he's since moved to Virginia. His wedding would be the first time I've seen him since we moved away. Capricorn couldn't make the trip because of work, so I was flying this one solo (she told me to stay away from bridesmaids).
Steve and his bride met through church choir. He proposed at a choir practice by singing an original song with the choir as back-up. Romantic stuff.
And now, a recap of the weekend:
- The church is about 3 hours, 45 minutes from where I live; Google said it might take an extra hour in the inevitable D.C.-area traffic. I left at 11:15 to get there by 4 p.m. I got stuck in traffic for an hour, but only needed to go 6 miles in about 35 minutes. Wouldn't you know it, there was an accident. Now down to 4 miles in 15 minutes. Wouldn't you know it, there was another accident.
- I pulled into the church with an urge to pee not unlike a horse with an overactive bladder listening to a running faucet. But more urgently, it was 4:02. I walked inside the lobby, and saw the bridal party about to enter the sanctuary. The first time I had ever seen Steve's bride was while I was scooting past her. I snuck in a side door to the sanctuary.
- Quick flashback: While getting ready, I decided to wear a dress shirt, khakis and tie, as this is a summer wedding in Virginia for a young couple. Back to present: I surveyed the sanctuary. Every. single. guy. was wearing a jacket. The only guy not wearing one happened to be five-years-old and had a juice box. Sweet.
- Because I was running behind, I didn't have a program. That became an issue when we were all asked to sing a hymn using lyrics printed in the program. No worries-- this is at a Presbyterian church, and I grew up Presbyterian. All you need to do is repeat words and phrases like "God Almighty," "meadows and the hills," "blessed Jesus," and "casseroles available in the vestibule."
- Beautiful, traditional wedding. Steve's grinning like an idiot-- we should all be so lucky.
- Now it's time for the Lord's Prayer. This is always an interesting time when you're with a random group of people at an unfamiliar church, no matter the denomination. It's a guessing game, and the hesitation is palpable: "Geez, do we say trespasses? Or are these debts and debtors kind of people?" I usually do a nice amalgamation: "despasses" and "trebts." God knows what's what.
- Reception time: Did I mention the only people I know are all in the wedding party? Fortunately, seating arrangements had groomsmen and bridesmaid sitting amongst everyone else, so I had the three people I knew with me. Good thing too, as you can only get by for so long on, "So, how do you know the bride and groom?"
- If it wasn't clear yet that Steve and his bride met at church, maybe this is a hint: The DJ (DJ is used loosely these days. They use their iTunes playlists) announced he would be taking requests... as long as those requests are "super clean secular music or Christian music." There goes my request for Kelis' "Milkshake" and Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me."
- I'm afraid that if I get married and don't have the YMCA and Cha Cha Slide played, there will be anarchy.
- Steve busted out a new version of his proposal song, this time using lyrics about how happy he is to be married, and using groomsmen as a cappela back-up. Legendary.
- And then, dear friends, there was this epic moment. Continuing on the music theme, the groomsmen and I convinced Steve to break out his old *NSYNC "Bye Bye Bye" routine. That's right-- all of us had an impromptu boy band concert for the crowd, hand gestures and all. Admit it. You are jealous.
- Congratulations to the bride and groom... I hope you have a great life together.
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