let lemons be angry

The Unending Weekend

1. Feel-good stories

I hate to say this, but after going to a few too many weddings this year, I'd lost my "aww" for them. This one over the weekend, however, sent everyone in weepies, and not because the groom involved was something of the Prince of our peasant church. A sweet love story: bad boy comes full circle and marries his childhood friend, someone he was afraid would never see him "that way". Couple looks fresh and glamourous together, groom cries thinking about how far he's come, wedding banquet is seventy-five tables full of people they hardly know, and it's a western dinner with lobster bisque and tenderloin steak. Some people are born into beautiful weddings. And I, I was one of the receptionists, who the couple probably won't recognise. Anything to attend the Royal Wedding.

2. Photo Studio Surprise

Between church and sunday school and the wedding dinner, I made it to Joy's birthday surprise. Two hours of hamming it up under studio lights, trying to perfect the hair-flip. It takes skill to choreograph a hair flip so it looks glam, and not like it's a) a lightning shock of Einstein hair, or b) like you're chinning the camera. Despite our most valiant efforts to pose, our photographer kept saying, "That's GOLD," meaning it was...really bad.

3. Exhibition at Broun

And in the middle of all that, I lent this old drawing to Broun cafe for a lovely little art/music youth event. It felt like something I hadn't done in a long time, listening to a band play a full set of covers, and enjoying it over old-fashioned brownies and ice cream.

At the end of it all, I promptly fell sick. But I'm all rested now, and almost ready for the next wedding of the month. Almost.

There's a thank-you dinner for all the peasant ushers, and ironically, three of us have already replied that we can't because we're helping out with other weddings this weekend.

Friends, please don't all get married in the same year when it's your turn, ok?