Big Wedding, Big Church
It’d been a while since I’d had a chance to see everyone so the invitation was unexpected but pleasant surprise. I decided it’d be a fun to make it a road trip too. Jordan and Scott agreed to meet me in L.A. We’d take Route 66 to Chicago and then swing up for the ceremony. The drive was a blast. I’ll have some new pictures of it up in the gallery in a few days.
It was nice to see that Jordan’s doing alright. I could tell he’s still not over what happened. It’s understandable though, two weeks before their wedding, such a tragedy. Scott’s doing really well. His internet startup is the latest buzz in New York. They just passed an important audit this month in preparation for their planned IPO in April.
I was completely unprepared for the weather in Milwaukee. I had to buy new clothes as soon as we arrived. I’m so glad everything was indoors; haven’t had to deal with weather like this since I was in Maryland.
Scott’s wife met us there so he promptly disappeared upon arrival. We didn’t see him again until the next morning. Catching up on our private floor it was like old times in Weaver sans the hair clippings and attack-lady-bugs. I’d forgotten how long it’s been; how much I missed everyone. It was a really wonderful step into the past.
We woke up bleary-eyed and light-headed the next morning. It was a mess wit everyone rushing to get dressed and ready to go. The limos were already waiting for us downstairs. We stuffed ourselves into the elevators trying to straighten our ties or tuck in our shirts. There was no way I was running down thirty flights of stairs.
I thought a waiting fleet of stretch Hummers was impressive, but that was nothing compared to the size of the church. In fact, it wasn’t a church, it was a Cathedral; a huge and beautiful tribute to their faith. I thought you could only find these in Europe. Really, you’ll just have to see the pictures when I post them. It was incredible.
The reception was a hoot. Surprisingly informal after such a grand wedding ceremony. I suppose that could just be because we all knew each other; or maybe it was just our table. Dave disappeared fairly early with one of the bridesmaids. Someone heard him say something about his research and demonstrating it to her. Scott’s wife was real nice. It was good to finally meet her, they’d eloped a few months back and no one knew who she was.
The warmest Congratulations and Best Wishes to the Bride and Groom, Montse and Kevin Comer. Thank you for bringing us all together again.
