it’s 2:47am when i check my phone to see what time it is again. i told myself that if i wasn’t asleep in 20 minutes that i was getting up out of bed. i hate nothing more than lying in bed when i can’t sleep. tonight is a bit different though. i’m a bit more lenient on myself and give it another 20.my mind is naturally consumed with the next day’s events and struggling a bit to calm down. it’s not everyday you wake up and get married.
the night had started off with the wedding rehearsal. it was a beautiful august day with not a cloud in the sky (slight foreshadowing here). both of our families plus our wedding parties came together to bbq, get to know one another and rehearse the ceremony.
joe, my best friend and bestman, had flown the whole way across the country with his wife (stacy) and daughter (zaria) to stand by my side. tonight he was more interested in showing me a good time before i got married then doing the whole family festivities thing. along with chris (another best friend from highschool), peter (my uncle) and valentin (my street soccer partner),
we packed up and left as soon as the rehearsal was done to get back into town to get the bachelor party started.
actually, bachelor party #2, but that’s another story..
stand-up comedy at just for laughs had us peeing our pants for roughly two hours. then massive donairs filled our bellies and gave us the requisite energy to make it through the rest of the evening. several pubs and restaurants were visited, great conversation was had and everyone made it home relatively early safe and sound.
this may sound like a lame bachelor party to some of my readers but spending time with some of my favorite people in the world and just having good conversation over a few beers suits me just fine.
ok, my vows are done but they’re typed out on the computer. still need to type them out by hand. first i need to eat.
no food at my place. crap! haven’t bought groceries much lately since we are going on our honeymoon pretty soon after the wedding. breakfast will be not be at home.
joe decided to sleep at my apartment last night. he’s still snoring logs when i wake up.
“let’s go eat waffles and sausages.”
“lead the way.”
like kindred spirits (or something like that) we head for smitty’s.
food was great but unfortunately, when you eat lots of waffles and sausages you tend to get sleepy afterwards. and with no time to nap this wasn’t going to go over well.
ok, i’ll go workout at the gym. that always seems to give me some more energy and i’ll look even better on my wedding day.
vain? probably but who isn’t a little on their wedding day?
it works. workout = more energy.
stacy drops off some things to my wedding. she has been one of the most supportive and encouraging people in my life for the past 6 years of my life. crazy big heart inside of her that just wants to help other people. she imparts some wisdom and encouraging words and leaves.
uncle mike, chris and joe are already in the hotel room getting ready when i arrive. peter is held up at home but coming shortly. i give the guys their groomsmen gifts: cigars for later that night and colorful dress socks for us all to wear.
man hugs all around.
pants and shirt on, reaching for the suspenders..
i still have to write them out by hand. i sit down at the desk and pull up my vows on my phone. because kat is long-winded at times we agreed that we would keep the vows we wrote to only 3 paragraphs. well, this time the roles were reversed. mine barely fit onto both side of the hotel scribbler pad. oops.
she’s going to have a good laugh about this.
into my breast pocket for safe keeping and the vows are taken care of. we finish getting ready and pack up. i check the weather app on my phone to see what the sometimes-right-often-times-wrong weather network is guestimating.
the grey clouds out the window of the hotel don’t say anything to me that would suggest rain is out of the question.
our wedding ceremony is supposed to be beside a lake. no rain cover.
it can’t rain. it won’t rain. i start making deals with God silently in my head.
i jump into val’s car with joe. chris is driving his car crammed with stuff and peter is grabbing the family.
“i’m hungry,” i say, fishing for an idea from one of the other guys.
that last whopper from burger king as a bachelor may have been one of the best burgers i’ve ever had. it alone convinced me that today was going to be an extra special day.
back in the car and heading to hatfield farms to get me a wife.
rain drops start hitting the windshield. it’s starts light and picks up speed. i think about how this is going to change some things that i really didn’t want to have changed. i think about some potential smaller problems this might cause.
my mind goes into damage control mode.
the rain stops.
we pull up to hatfield and get out of the car. nothing. no rain.
maybe it just blew over and now it was gone.
maybe that was the worst of it..
(to be continued)