How was your weekend? Mine was great. No papers, though–I was busying attending a wedding in Omaha. And I wasn’t too keen on running around a strange city (even though I got Mapquest directions) to see if Dilbert and crosswords both made the paper.
And no, the wedding wasn’t mine, for those of you who are wondering. The groom’s mom is great friends with mine, so he invited me to come (along with a whole bunch of other people I know, who are good friends I haven’t seen in months, or years).
I know I could blog all week about this wedding, and my time in Omaha–a place I’d never actually visited until now.
But I think I’ll just cover most of it now (except for a few of the funny parts).
First of all, Omaha is a big city. One of the biggest in Nebraska. Not sure how many people live there, but I saw high-rises and concrete lane dividers everywhere (and yes, I have seen plenty of high-rise buildings before). Things seemed packed together, but it wasn’t as big or dense as Chicago is, or it didn’t seem like it.
For this wedding, even though we weren’t in it, the bride let us stay at her parents’ house. They have 38 concrete steps that go from street level to their front door. The yard sloped down sharply, but not as steeply as yards I’d seen when I visited Pennsylvania years ago. The Omaha yards were still a pain to mow, though, if I had to take a stab at guessing.
The bride’s family had three pets (bird, dog, cat), with no TV in sight. Truth be told, I didn’t miss it one bit. Since I knew both the bride and groom, I was basically flapping my jaws the whole weekend to them, their friends, and mutual friends who got invited to the wedding, too.
We also got to play cards with friends of ours from Minnesota we talk to once a week, but only see a few times a year, if that. There was also another friend of ours, who recently had come back from overseas, and is based in Colorado, for now. He’s a blast, and I guess a lot of people say he looks and sounds like Sylvester Stallone (he does, just not his facial features).
And after cramming in all that fun stuff (including a trip to the neighborhood playground to get some fresh air), there was the actual wedding to go to the next day, or so.
In the lobby, we ran into more friends, and friends of friends. So that was cool. I was a bit nervous because the wedding hall people said nobody could show up early, on pain of some kind of extra charge, but everyone made it in time, or at least on time.
The bride walked in to the Pachelbel Canon (don’t know if I got that spelling right), which was nice. I only say that because it’s one of my favorite classical pieces.
The bride and groom both had written vows, and so they read those. They covered things like leadership, affection, providing, and pretty much who would cover what areas of the new life they’d be building together. I don’t think I’d heard anything like that (and the vows had been printed out, signed, and framed for future reference).
The preacher gave a bit of a sermon about marriage and its origin, and ancient agreements/covenants, which was interesting, too. The groom and bride drank and bit of wine, and the groom stepped on the wrapped-up glass with his foot.
I don’t think the wedding was Jewish, in that sense, I think the bride and groom incorporated certain aspects that made sense to them both, because of the meaning behind them, or symbolized by them.
And after they were pronounced husband and wife, and then kissed, they danced down the aisle to Pharrell’s “Happy.” (And no, I ain’t kidding).
After that, everybody got to eat chicken, salad, and noodles. They cut the cake (didn’t see that, but by the sound, I think facial clean-up could possibly have been in order), and then everyone danced. The bride and her dad, groom and his mom, and what-have-ya. The DJ taught us all how to do the Electric Slide, which was neat.
And in about 6 hours, everything was wrapped up. The wedding hall folks stopped short of shooing us out, though. The wedding gifts got packed in a pull-behind UHaul, we took the rest of the cake with us, and then talked outside.
After that, we went out to a restaurant that was “just across the street” from another hotel. Which it really wasn’t, but I may or may not tell that story later.
This is experience! And life. And for all those times I tell you to have an awesome weekend with good memories, last weekend was one of my best.
Experiences like these also serve as great fodder for writing. Because even if you don’t learn things yourself, you’ll certainly learn them from others.
Until next time,