Goin' to the chapel

Not me. Well, I mean, I did, for my friend's wedding on Saturday. It was a lovely ceremony and reception. (With a trolley ride in the middle!) Allison and I have known each other since first grade, and I brought our friend Heidi as my "date" - we were all in the same first grade class. We were also in the same fifth grade class, and our fifth grade teacher came to the wedding, too. It was like an elementary school reunion.

Highlights included Allison's radiant beauty, individual wedding cakes (our table got the best one, I think), the Austrian figure skating champ cutting a rug on the dance floor, and Allison's little white-haired grandma getting down to songs by Justin Timberlake, Gwen Stefani, and Usher. When all of the girls our age were on the floor dancing to our request of "You Got It (The Right Stuff)" by New Kids on the Block - including Allison performing vintage moves from the video in her lovely wedding dress - it seemed that we had truly come full circle.

I also picked up two gorgeous old wooden accent tables at an estate sale on Friday. It was a home where a sisterhood of nuns used to live, and there were rooms and rooms of fantastic furniture. My tables aren't in perfect condition or anything, but I don't care. They are old and pretty.

Monday

Productive weekend! Goat head mobile completed. Supplies purchased. Twins sat. Books read. Laptops ogled. (17-inch PowerBook: utterly ridiculous.) New iPod loaded, old iPod sold. Work email answered. Sister's wedding photos viewed.


Resolved to visit somewhere tropical soon.

Weddings

I should be coming back from Pierogi Fest right now, damn it, but I was feeling under the weather this morning and afternoon and had to skip it. So instead, I'll write about weddings. Kate and Graham got married yesterday! Hooray for Kate and Graham! I wish I could have been there to see it, but the wake and funeral ate up any July vacation leeway I might have had left. I'll have to live vicariously through other people's photos.

Something else happened yesterday in my own family - my sister's boyfriend asked her to marry him. He proposed at the top of the Navy Pier ferris wheel, on their one-year anniversary. I'm happy for them. Sean isn't exactly my cup of tea (he's kind of immature, he tends to take too much for granted in terms of hospitality at other people's houses, and he's also - shudder - a Republican ... a Jewish Republican at that, which is a relatively rare breed) but then again he's not a pushy asshole when he drinks, like my sister's first husband. He's also into a lot more family type stuff, and I give him credit for taking on responsibility for his future stepson and stepdaughter. Plus, well, they seem to love each other. So good for them.

I'm not sure what kind of a wedding they'll have. For one thing, I'm not sure how the Jewish/Catholic thing works in terms of weddings. Do churches and synagogues get snotty about that? Because it seems like it wouldn't take much for the Catholic Church, at least, to get snotty. Also, this will be my sister's second marriage, but Sean's first. And he'll be the first child in his family to be married. (Did I mention he's only three years older than I am? It kind of wigs me out. My sister is 35.) So I'm not sure what size wedding they'll be shooting for. Also, I wonder if my sister and Sean will want more kids? If so I'm going to make them have a girl. Yes. Make them.