[Saturday (P+7)] Shaker Museum wedding
I remembered in the shower this morning that the black pumps I would usually wear to a wedding are at my desk at my office now that I've been wearing skirts and thus not wearing boots with my work clothes. I considered biking in to the office to retrieve them (despite the fact that that would give me helmet hair), but I have other dressy shes -- and my black pumps are starting to fall apart, so probably not the best choice for e.g. a night of dancing -- so I wore my rainbow heels.
Kristen's friend Kristen and her fiance Jay (both of whom I'd never met before) picked me up around 12:40 and we headed up to NH (the wedding was at the Enfield Shaker Museum
). We chatted a bit and listened to some Wait Wait Don't Tell Me
on NPR and I dozed a bit. Then Jay (who was driving, despite it being Kristen's car) comments on the fact that the speedometer says zero -- and oh, also smoke is coming from the hood. So we pull over and call AAA -- and call some friends who are also attending the wedding to drive us the rest of the way.
The original plan was that we'd stay at the museum hotel overnight, but since their car was towed to a garage, they asked some friends to drive them home (they're a two-car household). The two families I knew at the wedding had no room in their vehicles, but the people who picked us up by the side of the road said they could drive me home.
I would have liked better-labelled food, and more vegetarian food period, but I was sufficiently fed.
Their DJ was really good. Yay, dancing. I ended up leaving about an hour and a half into the dancing, by which point the DJ was playing stuff I didn't think was as easy to dance to, so I felt fairly okay about leaving.
When I first started dancing, I thought the shoes were gonna be a real problem, but they ended up being fine.
Mike and Kristen's first dance was to "The Book of Love" by The Magnetic Fields
. (It occurs to me that I have the whole 69 Love Songs
album on my computer and have never listened to it.)
I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am,
When I am with you.
-from a poem by Roy Croft (which I totally misheard as Robert Frost ... and which in Googling I find is possibly an originally German poem)
I chatted with Molly & co. some before the ceremony.
Molly said they made some concessions to tradition -- like Kristen thought her parents would freak out if they used the Riverside formulation. I asked Molly which one that was and she said: "In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, one God, Mother of us all." I said that's what I thought, that I was gonna say, "Isn't that the one that isn't ... WHATEVER enough for me?"
I also expressed surprise when Molly robed. She said because it's all made up we need the trappings to remind us to take it seriously.
I said that because I'm so low church, despite the fact that I have plenty of experience with (my) pastors in robes, I would feel like, "You are not really my pastor." Actually seeing her during the wedding I actually experienced it fine, I think it was largely the dissonance of, "You are existing here, in your summer dress, being my pastor, and now you are donning this black robe and that is WEIRD."
***"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy."
-mylittleredgirl [more info]Thus says God to these bones: "I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live. I will lay sinews on you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live; and you shall know that I am God." (Ezekiel 37:5-6, NRSV, alt.)( Read more...Collapse )