Wedding, Staircase "Deja Vu" and Sunday Drive

Saturday afternoon was the wedding for M & T. The wedding was at the same Catholic church that I was baptized in and “grew up” in thanks to my 8 years of parochial education at its school. I continued going there until about the time Pope Benedict was installed. I’ve had many years of being on my knees. Shortly after that, all kinds of diatribes were said by him against homosexuals that led me to go to the UCC church after meeting its gay pastor. Yeah, yeah…..what took me so long, I know. The wedding ceremony was nice and unlike many couples of today, they actually had the celebration of the Mass. The soloist was a cousin of “M” who was great and the regular singer is a very familiar face at the church. She has a deep powerful voice that can carry the tear-jerking songs without a crack. “T” looked wonderful in her dress and the men were looking quite dapper, if I say so myself. I myself thought I would wear what “T” always liked on me, which was my dark gray, pin-striped suit. I was also going to wear my solid pink tie, which she said was her favorite color. But something told me when I was getting dressed to not wear the pink tie because I will look like I am part of the wedding party.

AND WHAT A GREAT CALL I MADE!

All of the bridesmaids were in the same hot pink color. And then when we got to the reception, every chair was adorned with the same hot pink bow wrap. And on the table, each guest had their own martini glass filled with various shades of pink M & M’s.

I would not have wanted to hear from everyone all night long how matching I looked. I also would have brought a second tie with me just in case.

What I could not believe was when my boss, who was seated at a different table, decided to act silly by tossing the M & M’s toward our table. That went on for some time and eventually others started to get in on it too. It didn’t take long before it was getting old fast!

Remember that I know the wedding couple from work and there were a lot of people from work in attendance. Although not as many as I thought. It would be weird inviting people from work considering that you can’t invite everyone and how will those feel who were not invited? I hope they remembered to invite the Village President; who I didn’t see in attendance.

The banquet facilities were nice and the food was delish. The cake was a mix of vanilla and chocolate and there was also a vanilla chocolate fountain. I spent too much time there!

At first all the guests were wondering why the couple’s “first dance” was held right behind the wedding party’s table. But after about 10 seconds, we finally realized why. Behind the wedding party’s table were glass windows overlooking the golf course. And soon there was a cascading of sparklers all across the windows behind the couple as they danced.

I did my share of dancing on the floor. Surprisingly, there was no “YMCA” played or “Chicken” (I think that’s what it’s called) played. But they did play “We are Family.”

There’s definitely a different perspective to see when you see colleagues at a social event such as a party. Especially after they had a few drinks.

I don’t know if this has ever happened to you, but the one thing that happened that had me freaked out for a while was when I went toward the rear by the bar and saw this carpeted staircase that went up about your average “flight length”. I could have sworn I had seen the same exact stairs in some dream (or nightmare) that I must have had some time ago. Mind you, I’ve never seen those stairs before that evening. I saw myself sitting on the stairs, about three steps from the top. And I was sitting there with someone who was consoling me about something. I wasn’t crying but just asking a lot of questions about why something had happened. Saturday night “in real time” I probably only looked at the stairs for about a second, but shortly afterward as I was walking back to the table, I started getting this “flashback” as to where I had seen those stairs before. It was quite weird and a bit unnerving because I had to figure out where I had seen this before.

Sunday was church in the morning followed by a drive out to see the community that will be interviewing me. I was driving around by Butterfield Road when I came across “Eola Road” which reminded me of a Lake Eola that a fellow blogger does many laps around on Sunday afternoons. I wanted to get a feel for the community and see if this was a community I wanted to work for. It’s a relatively new community, incorporated in the 1950’s. Got back around 4:45 PM where I then did some bush trimming and yard work. How quickly the sun has been setting as of late.