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Last of the weddings for 2006
Dec. 11th, 2006 07:13 amTurns out her choice of glasses was a harbinger of the wine to come: at yesterday's wedding, the wine choices were chardonnay, white zinfandel, and merlot. GAH! I may not have picked out a venue or colors (or a groom), but I know when I get married, at least one of the wines will be viognier. So. There.
The rest of the wedding was quite nice. It was nice to be down for an extra day and meet the groom and family while things were still calm. The bride's (only sibling) brother got married in July, so it was nice to spend more time with the new cousin-in-law, who is AWESOME, and has an awesome mother. They come from Austin and they've already invited our family down for rodeo, reassuring my mum that they'd help her find a great pair of cowboy boots. Hee! And they've taught my Jewish, almost-a-rabbi, lawyer cousin (father of the bride) to say y'all. who could ask for anything more?
Although, strictly speaking, the father could ask for more. I'm personally very shocked that my son-of-the-almost-rabbi, son of the man who called me to ask me what I wanted for my bat mitzvah and the first thing he asked was, "What are you doing answering the phone on shabbos?" (and me too slow to ask why he's committing the double sin of using the phone on shabbos and causing me to use the phone?), broke the seal (for his family) on marrying a non-Jew, which irritated both sets of parents bc she converted. I bet his kids end up more observant than any of my parents grandkids anyway.
Oh, I almost forgot. Bc of parental irritation with my boy cousin for marrying the non-Jewish divorcee, this was my first time at a completely Jewish wedding, i.e. I've never seen a wedding with the seven blessings and a chuppah and broken glass, and it seemed to me that a less baroque backdrop for the chuppah would be better. Just sayin'
Baby bro made a remark about my dress looking like a snow leopard. I accept!
I like the groom very much and he seems to take very good care of my cousin. for that I'll tolerate having to kiss my freaky NJ relatives. And bad Italian. My mum's snark of the day was commenting that next time the cousins are in NY, we have to take them to Otto. *giggles*
The rest of the wedding was quite nice. It was nice to be down for an extra day and meet the groom and family while things were still calm. The bride's (only sibling) brother got married in July, so it was nice to spend more time with the new cousin-in-law, who is AWESOME, and has an awesome mother. They come from Austin and they've already invited our family down for rodeo, reassuring my mum that they'd help her find a great pair of cowboy boots. Hee! And they've taught my Jewish, almost-a-rabbi, lawyer cousin (father of the bride) to say y'all. who could ask for anything more?
Although, strictly speaking, the father could ask for more. I'm personally very shocked that my son-of-the-almost-rabbi, son of the man who called me to ask me what I wanted for my bat mitzvah and the first thing he asked was, "What are you doing answering the phone on shabbos?" (and me too slow to ask why he's committing the double sin of using the phone on shabbos and causing me to use the phone?), broke the seal (for his family) on marrying a non-Jew, which irritated both sets of parents bc she converted. I bet his kids end up more observant than any of my parents grandkids anyway.
Oh, I almost forgot. Bc of parental irritation with my boy cousin for marrying the non-Jewish divorcee, this was my first time at a completely Jewish wedding, i.e. I've never seen a wedding with the seven blessings and a chuppah and broken glass, and it seemed to me that a less baroque backdrop for the chuppah would be better. Just sayin'
Baby bro made a remark about my dress looking like a snow leopard. I accept!
I like the groom very much and he seems to take very good care of my cousin. for that I'll tolerate having to kiss my freaky NJ relatives. And bad Italian. My mum's snark of the day was commenting that next time the cousins are in NY, we have to take them to Otto. *giggles*
