wedding notes
Apr. 15th, 2002 08:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elionwyrSo we reached Yale around 3 on Friday.
The weekend was a lot of hurry-up-and-wait-ing...
New Haven, where Yale is located, is a strange town. Yale itself is gorgeously gothic - the buildings are truly beautiful. But the town is a weird mix of very cool and very ghetto. Apparently there are more students shot there per year than at Philly's Univesity of Penn. (What up wit' dat, yo??)
Walking down the street, you see young punk wanna-be's in their daddy's car - just weird. In Philly, you have gangstas who leave you alone; in New Haven, there are wanna-be's who are so busy trying to prove they're "from the hood" that they're much more confrontational.
Weird weird weird.
We were sharing a room with another wedding party couple, Matt and Mandi, so we found Josh and Jen, picked up the boys' kilts, and they tried them on for fit. Then we ran out to get some snacky food (in this case, it meant wading through the sea of "gangstas" to get chicken from Popeye's...mmmm, greasy chicken goodness)...and fed most of the wedding party with it, actually. (That's my ferret..feeding the world.)
Ferret and the other wedding party attendees had their rehearsal around 6PM. Mandi and I just sorta hung out and met back up with them for the rehearsal dinner - beer and pizza from "Bar," a pretty unique space that I actually think I could live in, but I have a hard time describing. Just..unique.
I pooped out a lot earlier than I wanted to - we went back to the hotel around 10:30.
Saturday: we all hung at the Yale bookstore (GEEKS!) with Josh, his parents, some of the Hollywood people...the crowd changed quite a bit as the morning progressed.
Not a lot of time for sightseeing, even though the wedding wasn't until 6PM, because pictures were taken first (to get it all out of the way).
No rain - yay! - so pics were taken outside.
We'd brought swords for photo-ops, and I'm eager to see what-all they did with them.
(Swords were rented along with the kilts, but they were heavy and clanky and altogether too busy, so the boys ended up not actually wearing them. Josh borrowed a short sword from Ferret and a ren faire belt from me to hang it on..so Jen sorta got her fantasy..)
The ceremony was beautiful. It was more political than anything else. No waterworks, for example. I think a lot of it was simply that they were already married in their hearts and minds, so this was a formality. There was also the reality of needing to marry before they go looking for jobs as married faculty. *shrug*
We were treated like royalty - very strange for me. I was terrified I would embarrass Ferret, since there were quite a few people there that have the possibility of being important to his career. I was going to go Renaissance, but instead wore my black "interview" suit, broken up with spiderweb stockings. :)
And as usual, I was the sober one. Even though I did actually drink, I wasn't doing so as heavily as everyone else. Ah well....it just meant I got to play mommy the next day and make sure that Ferret and Matt's kilts were returned with all the necessary parts included. :)
- Oh! So the ceremony was a handfasting, but it included a Blackfoot quote, bagpipes, and other things I'm forgetting right now. It took about 15 minutes - yay! - and was really very very cool.
The wedding band was the Highland Rovers - basically a pub band with 3 albums out - they were a lot of fun.
Ferret danced his heart out - and he's paying for it! - but it's good for him. Especially since I'm not a dancer. So he danced, and I tried to make sure all the table cameras got used up. :)
Talked to all the Hollywood people - including the fellow with 12 tigers. He wasn't bad at all; ironically, he agreed with my opinions about the LAC and Osiris. (heh!)
Umm...so Sunday we hung with various wedding people; ventured to the Peabody museum (mmmmm, dinosaurs); got home by 8PM. I was sorta sick on the ride home - note to self: don't eat Burger King anymore. And the humidity kicked my butt. Ah well.
I'm really glad we went.
I feel very focused, in a way I can't really describe.
The weekend was a lot of hurry-up-and-wait-ing...
New Haven, where Yale is located, is a strange town. Yale itself is gorgeously gothic - the buildings are truly beautiful. But the town is a weird mix of very cool and very ghetto. Apparently there are more students shot there per year than at Philly's Univesity of Penn. (What up wit' dat, yo??)
Walking down the street, you see young punk wanna-be's in their daddy's car - just weird. In Philly, you have gangstas who leave you alone; in New Haven, there are wanna-be's who are so busy trying to prove they're "from the hood" that they're much more confrontational.
Weird weird weird.
We were sharing a room with another wedding party couple, Matt and Mandi, so we found Josh and Jen, picked up the boys' kilts, and they tried them on for fit. Then we ran out to get some snacky food (in this case, it meant wading through the sea of "gangstas" to get chicken from Popeye's...mmmm, greasy chicken goodness)...and fed most of the wedding party with it, actually. (That's my ferret..feeding the world.)
Ferret and the other wedding party attendees had their rehearsal around 6PM. Mandi and I just sorta hung out and met back up with them for the rehearsal dinner - beer and pizza from "Bar," a pretty unique space that I actually think I could live in, but I have a hard time describing. Just..unique.
I pooped out a lot earlier than I wanted to - we went back to the hotel around 10:30.
Saturday: we all hung at the Yale bookstore (GEEKS!) with Josh, his parents, some of the Hollywood people...the crowd changed quite a bit as the morning progressed.
Not a lot of time for sightseeing, even though the wedding wasn't until 6PM, because pictures were taken first (to get it all out of the way).
No rain - yay! - so pics were taken outside.
We'd brought swords for photo-ops, and I'm eager to see what-all they did with them.
(Swords were rented along with the kilts, but they were heavy and clanky and altogether too busy, so the boys ended up not actually wearing them. Josh borrowed a short sword from Ferret and a ren faire belt from me to hang it on..so Jen sorta got her fantasy..)
The ceremony was beautiful. It was more political than anything else. No waterworks, for example. I think a lot of it was simply that they were already married in their hearts and minds, so this was a formality. There was also the reality of needing to marry before they go looking for jobs as married faculty. *shrug*
We were treated like royalty - very strange for me. I was terrified I would embarrass Ferret, since there were quite a few people there that have the possibility of being important to his career. I was going to go Renaissance, but instead wore my black "interview" suit, broken up with spiderweb stockings. :)
And as usual, I was the sober one. Even though I did actually drink, I wasn't doing so as heavily as everyone else. Ah well....it just meant I got to play mommy the next day and make sure that Ferret and Matt's kilts were returned with all the necessary parts included. :)
- Oh! So the ceremony was a handfasting, but it included a Blackfoot quote, bagpipes, and other things I'm forgetting right now. It took about 15 minutes - yay! - and was really very very cool.
The wedding band was the Highland Rovers - basically a pub band with 3 albums out - they were a lot of fun.
Ferret danced his heart out - and he's paying for it! - but it's good for him. Especially since I'm not a dancer. So he danced, and I tried to make sure all the table cameras got used up. :)
Talked to all the Hollywood people - including the fellow with 12 tigers. He wasn't bad at all; ironically, he agreed with my opinions about the LAC and Osiris. (heh!)
Umm...so Sunday we hung with various wedding people; ventured to the Peabody museum (mmmmm, dinosaurs); got home by 8PM. I was sorta sick on the ride home - note to self: don't eat Burger King anymore. And the humidity kicked my butt. Ah well.
I'm really glad we went.
I feel very focused, in a way I can't really describe.