I can’t be effusive enough about this past weekend . . . . It was so nice to see old friends (all of whom I hadn’t seen since before I left for Korea), and participating in P. & P.’s wedding was a blast. Exhausting, but well-worth it.
***I met P.C. (the bride) when I was a senior in high school visiting Creighton. My parents and I wanted to look at a dorm room, so we flagged down P.C. while walking outside, because she seemed friendly. It turned out that she didn’t live on campus, but she had friends who did, so she took us to J.’s (matron of honor) room. When I came to Creighton as a freshman, we became friends, and I ended up joining her sorority. She was my big sis (and properly spoiled me during big sis/little sis week), and during that spring of my freshman year, she went on a spring break service trip where she met P.J. (the groom). As my big sis, P.C. needed to choose a “big brother” for me. Now, normally “big brother” night for Pi Phis is an excuse for the pledges to get wasted with leering frat guys, but P.C. took this as an opportunity to ask P.J. to spend time with us. It became clear during the evening that something magical was going on between P.C. and P.J., and the rest is history. Over the years, they’ve been great friends to me, and I really admire their intelligence, graciousness, good humor, and integrity in their love for each other. And now they’re both big-shot doctors. 😉 (He’s an emergency intern, she’s an ob/gyn resident.)
I arrived on Thursday night, and met P. & P. at their dance lesson (they were practicing the rhumba for their “first dance” at the reception). They seemed completely wiped out from running around all week. However, they looked lovely on the dance floor, and I watched them wistfully as they moved together with a comfort that comes from having been together for nearly 10 years (damn, we’re getting old!!!). Later on, we went back to their house (I was their first houseguest!) and did some last-minute preparations for the weekend. I’m so glad that I decided to come in a little early, because it gave me a chance to hang out with P. & P., just the three of us.
On Friday, the bridal party indulged in girliness at a salon downtown. Afterwards, I managed to squeeze in a visit with my former mentors at the Creighton Center for Service and Justice. They needed to go to a meeting, so I had a few minutes before the rehearsal started in the campus church. I decided to check out some old haunts as well as the fancy new buildings that they’ve built since my escape, er, graduation. The new science building is amazing and sterile, the way a science building should be, I suppose. The library is still the same, and when I walked inside, I glanced at the study carrolls on the side and immediately began to feel stressed out. Old reflexes die hard.
The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner went off smoothly, and then I went out with some former Creighton classmates. J. and I later stayed up very late before going to sleep, because we were too busy giggling about various crude topics. P.C. told us the next day that she knew that would happen, and that’s why she put us in a room separate from her (smart woman!).
Saturday was a marathon. This was the first big wedding that I’ve been a bridesmaid in, and I had no idea just how much stuff there is to do. P.C. told me that I should start planning my own wedding now, nevermind the fact that I don’t even have a boyfriend.
Basically, we were booked solid from 8 a.m.-midnight. But it was fun, and I was happy to see two friends pledging their commitment to each other. The reception was at the Joslyn Art Museum in the fountain courtyard. Amazing. Gorgeous. (The only gaffe was the DJ–when introducing the wedding party at the reception, he was whooping into the microphone and pumping his fist like we were the starting lineup at a basketball game. And after he played yet another Lil’ Jon song, we had to request some more appropriate tunes. Hearing “skeet, skeet, skeet” ring through the halls of the Joslyn was just …. so wrong.)
My parents drove up from KC to be my “dates.” It was great to see them (esp. since I probably won’t go back to Kansas until Christmas), and they tore it up on the dance floor. My friends were amazed, and I have to admit, I was proud! I think it was their head-spinning polka that really won the crowd over in their favor.
The weather was gorgeous, the champagne was tasty, and my friends were (as always) awesome. Great weekend–exactly what I needed.
Guess which one is me?