Wedding and stuff

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fearsclave's wedding was lovely. Picked up kino_kid at 2pm and drove to the Godforsaken Howling Wilderness yesterday and arrived in plenty of time for the ceremony. Got caught up with meallanmouse and fishstalker, as well as rotagar whom I hadn't seen in well over a year, closer to two, since he moved to Toronto. He looks very dashing in a kilt, as did all the men. I also got to meet the lovely kirixchi, whom I will now be adding to my flist after this post.

The ceremony was shorter than I expected, but all the important elements were there, and it was wonderful to see both fearsclave and Carolyn looking like they were about to burst from happiness. :) There were bagpipes and kilts and an exchange of the bride's veil for the Elliott tartan, and I managed not to weep uncontrollably throughout the ceremony. I'm very proud of myself.

Very nice to see everyone all gussied up. looking4wings was looking especially nice in her new skirt, and I did double-take after seeing her in makeup for the first time ever. Everyone in that family cleans up really nicely.

We spent the entire afternoon and evening talking and laughing until our sides hurt and tears came to our eyes. We discussed everything from webcomics to hentai ("Oh no! Here come the tentacles!") and the difficulties of having to choose between children and careers, with sidetrips into creative writing and various fandoms and video games, and pretty much traumatised the less-geeky folk at our table, although they seemed to get into it after a while. There was a long discussion involving what we would do in the case of a zombie holocaust. All in all, a very good time.

The food was delicious, especially the soup and the cake. There was dancing and more chatting, and Carolyn's sisters put on cute little sketch based on The Sound of Music to welcome fearsclave into the fold, and after a good deal more dancing, I drove Caroyln, one of her sisters, kino_kid and rotagar up to the Fearsranch, where fearsclave built a bonfire. We sat around drinking beer and eating cold pizza and then the piper showed up along with two women and a man with drums, except that he was little too drunk to play properly by then. Then the other man made the fatal mistake of letting me have his drum, so I whacked away happily at it for a while and no doubt drove everyone crazy.

People drifted to bed around 3am, and I stayed up a little later, because there was still a small group of people I didn't know in the living room, and I wanted to make sure that they all either had a place to stay or a sober driver to get them home. Turns out I needn't have worried, because they had a driver and it was all good.

The only sour note was right at the very end, around 4am when they were leaving. It's a little complicated, and it was highly unpleasant, so I won't go into too much detail. There was a woman there whom I'd met at the wedding. We'd exchanged about two sentences total all day, and those had been innocuous enough. This would be the mother of fearsclave's sister-in-law (the one married to his brother), who for some reason best known to herself suddenly decided to turn on me like a rabid dog. I haven't had someone be that purposefully mean and hurtful to me since elementary school. She spewed bile and vitriol, and I literally found myself backing up, hurled back by the waves of vengeful anger that poured off her. I don't know this woman. I'd never met her before yesterday. I have no idea why she decided to verbally abuse me. There was no mistaking the content of what she was saying: it was purposefully hurtful. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she thought I was someone else.

One thing I do know: I hadn't planned on spending the last half hour of that day in tears.

Apart from that one thing, it was a fantastic day, and I'm so very, very glad that I had the privilege of being there when one of my best friends got married.

Darroch: Mazel Tov!

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We may clean up well, but...

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...not all that often.

Great to see you, you looked wonderful yourself!

And as they say in the vernacular: Non Illegitima Corundum!