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The Weekend of the Wedding Number One
Sep. 11th, 2007 06:40 pmGod, what an unbelievably exhausting weekend. Friday evening, after spending an hour at the internet cafe (my laptop is still down), I hied me over to the Xth Avenue Lounge for drinks with Alex, Don et al. I didn't stay too long, as I was pretty tired already and wanted to get a decent amount of sleep before the wedding. Saturday, I kept hitting the snooze button so I had less time than I'd planned to get ready but it all turned out okay nonetheless. ( Shallow, clothes-oriented blather that's not important compared to a wedding )
The ceremony was at the Bethesda Terrace--a nice mixture of informal and formal. Informal--no seating, bubbles being blown during the recessional. Formal--Alex and Don's dress (Alex had a lovely cream satin dress and Don was in tails. I love seeing men in tails, it's so elegant), a processional and recessional. The minister had baptized Alex--she must have some kind of picture in the attic, or else she was ordained at the age of 8. She looked very young! Alex and Don were so adorable during their ceremony and I loved the vows they wrote.
After the ceremony, Mickey and I were hanging out under the arch and Don and Duncan's father came by and I reintroduced myself (I'd met him the night before and I figured he probably didn't remember my name). Then I said "And this is Mickey--Mickey, Don, Duncan and I have all done shows together." Bob (D&D's dad) said "and you two are an item." We both said "oh no" and I said "no, we're just friends." Then I realized that sounded weird, so I added "Actually, Mickey has a fiancee in San Francisco, but she's in the process of moving here." Chris joined us and we thought the heat was getting to us, so we decided to go to the reception early and get a drink somewhere in the vicinity. Apparently we completely missed the excitement--poor Jason had had to call an ambulence after the heat got to him. (He'd run all the way up those steps to take a picture of the wedding gathering from Bethesda Terrace.)
Anyway, on 44th Street across the street from the reception venue, we saw a St. Andrew's Bar/Restaurant that looke promising. We went in and sat at the bar--they had a menu with at least 100 different kind of Scotch. Scotch from the Highlands, from Skye, from Perth, Spey, Arran, Orkney, the Lowlands. It was...dizzying. I ordered a "taster" (about an ounce?) of some arcane, peaty kind that was delicious. We also ordered fried oysters since I'd had no breakfast. During all of this I got a text from Elizabeth Boskey assuring me "Jason is ok. I'm texting you so you can tell everyone else." I had no idea what this meant and called her and she told me what had happened.
Eventually we joined the reception which was at this very authentic, dark, Roman-looking Italian restaurant. Lots of food, LOTS of dancing, two kinds of cake (Randy made red velvet cake which was pretty damn delicious--trust a Southerner to bring the red velvet goods!)--lots of fun. I made the mistake of dancing in my sexy lil' brown strappy shoes, for which the balls of my feet paid the price later on.
I got home and crashed for an hour, and then roused myself to go to the after-party on the East Side. Much the same people, all now dressed casually. We were ALL dragging by this time, and eventually Duncan and I left with Tony who had very kindly offered to let us sleep at his place because Thyme rehearsal was so early the next morning, and so close by. We got one of the new cabs with GPS but the device seemed to be malfunctioning, as it was playing the same new story over and over again. Tony's apartment is beautiful, with an incredible view and a balcony. I'm terribly envious.
Thyme rehearsal the next morning, which went well. I'm *loving* Patricia as Titania--she's really good. Everyone is. After rehearsal I went to the internet cafe again, went home and then slept for four hours.
The ceremony was at the Bethesda Terrace--a nice mixture of informal and formal. Informal--no seating, bubbles being blown during the recessional. Formal--Alex and Don's dress (Alex had a lovely cream satin dress and Don was in tails. I love seeing men in tails, it's so elegant), a processional and recessional. The minister had baptized Alex--she must have some kind of picture in the attic, or else she was ordained at the age of 8. She looked very young! Alex and Don were so adorable during their ceremony and I loved the vows they wrote.
After the ceremony, Mickey and I were hanging out under the arch and Don and Duncan's father came by and I reintroduced myself (I'd met him the night before and I figured he probably didn't remember my name). Then I said "And this is Mickey--Mickey, Don, Duncan and I have all done shows together." Bob (D&D's dad) said "and you two are an item." We both said "oh no" and I said "no, we're just friends." Then I realized that sounded weird, so I added "Actually, Mickey has a fiancee in San Francisco, but she's in the process of moving here." Chris joined us and we thought the heat was getting to us, so we decided to go to the reception early and get a drink somewhere in the vicinity. Apparently we completely missed the excitement--poor Jason had had to call an ambulence after the heat got to him. (He'd run all the way up those steps to take a picture of the wedding gathering from Bethesda Terrace.)
Anyway, on 44th Street across the street from the reception venue, we saw a St. Andrew's Bar/Restaurant that looke promising. We went in and sat at the bar--they had a menu with at least 100 different kind of Scotch. Scotch from the Highlands, from Skye, from Perth, Spey, Arran, Orkney, the Lowlands. It was...dizzying. I ordered a "taster" (about an ounce?) of some arcane, peaty kind that was delicious. We also ordered fried oysters since I'd had no breakfast. During all of this I got a text from Elizabeth Boskey assuring me "Jason is ok. I'm texting you so you can tell everyone else." I had no idea what this meant and called her and she told me what had happened.
Eventually we joined the reception which was at this very authentic, dark, Roman-looking Italian restaurant. Lots of food, LOTS of dancing, two kinds of cake (Randy made red velvet cake which was pretty damn delicious--trust a Southerner to bring the red velvet goods!)--lots of fun. I made the mistake of dancing in my sexy lil' brown strappy shoes, for which the balls of my feet paid the price later on.
I got home and crashed for an hour, and then roused myself to go to the after-party on the East Side. Much the same people, all now dressed casually. We were ALL dragging by this time, and eventually Duncan and I left with Tony who had very kindly offered to let us sleep at his place because Thyme rehearsal was so early the next morning, and so close by. We got one of the new cabs with GPS but the device seemed to be malfunctioning, as it was playing the same new story over and over again. Tony's apartment is beautiful, with an incredible view and a balcony. I'm terribly envious.
Thyme rehearsal the next morning, which went well. I'm *loving* Patricia as Titania--she's really good. Everyone is. After rehearsal I went to the internet cafe again, went home and then slept for four hours.
