In Which We Attend Another Wedding, and Other Small Adventures
Yesterday, after not ending up helping ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zodiacmg move his things after all (the timing didn't quite work), my father came in to bring us a car-load of our things, so that we can live in a somewhat more civilized fashion until we go get the whole bunch of it. It was an amazing favor- he drove up, we brought the things in, he had a glass of water and hung out very briefly, and then drove back home.
By that time, we took care of a few things, and it was time to get ready formbarr and crewgrrl's wedding. We put our things together, and brought them to change there, so as not to get our good clothes dirty in transit. This worked out well, except that I forgot to actually pack up the scarf I was planning to wear, so I was stuck with the one I'd had on, which luckily came close to matching, especially once I added the embellishment that I'd worked out, and actually remembered to bring (a necklace, pinned on like a headband).
We had some issues finding and meeting up withsavant1984 in order to travel together- we eventually found each other right before getting on the NJ transit train. Oh well. It added a certain element of anxiety, but that's how I am about coordinating travel in any case.
The wedding itself was lovely- I was quite tense at the beginning, due to the forgotten scarf, and, I think, a current association between "wedding" and "stress" that is leftover from our own wedding. I imagine that it will fade fairly soon- and once I relaxed some, it was a very nice time. I had a great time talking tomollygrue, whom I haven't seen for long enough to talk in ages and ages. The dancing was very good, if overly crowded for quite a while, and I finally remembered my hula hoop for shtick- there wasn't quite enough room, but I managed a trick or two, which felt good- like I could actually contribute something to the thing. (Also, there was a set of mixed dancing at the end, and H and I had quite a good time dancing together, which was an unexpected bonus to the evening. I'm so lucky to have a husband who's willing to dance, not to mention planning on really learning how to do so with more variety.)
Later on, there was some confusion about where people should be during benching. While we sat politely at our own table for most of it, once sheva brachot began, we couldn't hear at all, and our whole table up and went and stood by the front, where the "action" was, and basically turned into the choir. It seemed to help the coordination (or the feeling of coordination) of things, it was fun, and hopefully it was appreciated- or at least not minded dreadfully. Amusingly, one of the photographers started talking to H about Iaido in the midst of it- apparently he practices as well, and saw H doing a little with a foam sword during the shtick. (Sappy newly-wed warning for what follows. At the beginning of the seudah, they handed out foam swords and had us line up to do that arch thing for the couple to come in under. So there was assorted mock-fencing and flourishing and awkward "how do I hold this" as we waited. H had his foam sword neatly held as if he had his hand on it while it was properly tucked into his belt. It was very, very cute.)
Returning, it took us quite a while of waiting for a train, but after that, transportation was easy and problem-free. It was a nice change from last Sunday's transportation, even if it was rather frustrating to wait and wait and wait for a cab back to the station, while watching many other folks drive off in various ways without any sort of words to us.
zodiacmg move his things after all (the timing didn't quite work), my father came in to bring us a car-load of our things, so that we can live in a somewhat more civilized fashion until we go get the whole bunch of it. It was an amazing favor- he drove up, we brought the things in, he had a glass of water and hung out very briefly, and then drove back home. By that time, we took care of a few things, and it was time to get ready for
mbarr and crewgrrl's wedding. We put our things together, and brought them to change there, so as not to get our good clothes dirty in transit. This worked out well, except that I forgot to actually pack up the scarf I was planning to wear, so I was stuck with the one I'd had on, which luckily came close to matching, especially once I added the embellishment that I'd worked out, and actually remembered to bring (a necklace, pinned on like a headband). We had some issues finding and meeting up with
savant1984 in order to travel together- we eventually found each other right before getting on the NJ transit train. Oh well. It added a certain element of anxiety, but that's how I am about coordinating travel in any case. The wedding itself was lovely- I was quite tense at the beginning, due to the forgotten scarf, and, I think, a current association between "wedding" and "stress" that is leftover from our own wedding. I imagine that it will fade fairly soon- and once I relaxed some, it was a very nice time. I had a great time talking to
mollygrue, whom I haven't seen for long enough to talk in ages and ages. The dancing was very good, if overly crowded for quite a while, and I finally remembered my hula hoop for shtick- there wasn't quite enough room, but I managed a trick or two, which felt good- like I could actually contribute something to the thing. (Also, there was a set of mixed dancing at the end, and H and I had quite a good time dancing together, which was an unexpected bonus to the evening. I'm so lucky to have a husband who's willing to dance, not to mention planning on really learning how to do so with more variety.) Later on, there was some confusion about where people should be during benching. While we sat politely at our own table for most of it, once sheva brachot began, we couldn't hear at all, and our whole table up and went and stood by the front, where the "action" was, and basically turned into the choir. It seemed to help the coordination (or the feeling of coordination) of things, it was fun, and hopefully it was appreciated- or at least not minded dreadfully. Amusingly, one of the photographers started talking to H about Iaido in the midst of it- apparently he practices as well, and saw H doing a little with a foam sword during the shtick. (Sappy newly-wed warning for what follows. At the beginning of the seudah, they handed out foam swords and had us line up to do that arch thing for the couple to come in under. So there was assorted mock-fencing and flourishing and awkward "how do I hold this" as we waited. H had his foam sword neatly held as if he had his hand on it while it was properly tucked into his belt. It was very, very cute.)
Returning, it took us quite a while of waiting for a train, but after that, transportation was easy and problem-free. It was a nice change from last Sunday's transportation, even if it was rather frustrating to wait and wait and wait for a cab back to the station, while watching many other folks drive off in various ways without any sort of words to us.