sunday, sunday

sunday, sunday here again in tidy attire...

yesterday i took the day off work to attend the wedding of a former co-worker friend of penquin's. it was a strange but nice affair. it took the couple ten years to get that point. and they are a great couple. and they looked absolutely radiant standing at the altar. but it was also a funny wedding.

the father of the bride is a well-known musician/singer. and i guess he had connections to have gotten a pretty good jazz band together to play the wedding ceremony. they were very professional and their instruments swelled the forest with brass and smooth sounds. the band had quite some time to kill as the wedding did not start on time. in fact, they were an hour behind schedule. maybe they were on "CP" time or something. heh. anyways, the band sounded great playing jazz standards.

then the ceremony begins. and as the wedding party make their entrance, the jazz band strikes up "here comes the bride." now maybe they were brought in to play at the last minute and weren't given proper bridal party music, or maybe they didn't know how tradition works, but "here comes the bride" is usually reserved for - the bride. this band, however, played the song for the entirety of the wedding party arrival. what was worse was that they apparently didn't know how the tune went. in short, they fell to pieces. and it sounded like a junior high jazz band - a dissonant, jumbled, jazzy mess with each instrument guessing at the melody. it wouldn't have been so bad, but we were made to listen to this for a good 15 minutes. i don't know how many times i wanted to crack up laughing. but then i would have been seen as rude. oh, if you could only have heard the ruckus!

during the reception the father of the bride sang a soulfully beautiful version of "my girl" to his daughter. the crowd roared it's approval and begged him to sing another song. which he obliged. it was an incredible treat to hear.

then it was on to the dance portion of the evening. and man, did penquin and i stick out like left feet. (i like mixing up my sayings.) it's not that i wouldn't have been able to hold my own with some funky dancing, but i cannot grind or pop-lock, or booty shake like some of these other folk could. so we saved ourselves the embarrassment of getting our feeble attempts at busting moves documented on camera, and thus being used in information videos on "how not to get your groove on amongst people of more color."

still, it was a charming wedding. even if we didn't really know anybody there. it allowed us the opportunity to get all gussied up, dressed to the nines, and step out in style. and that's worth hearing "here comes the bride" get butchered alive for a short while.