1. I love weddings.
2. I’ve had a fair amount of sparkling rose cava on an empty stomach. Well, not completely empty, I ate 5 pieces of some kind of sausage off an appetizer platter. That makes a dinner, right? I’m just saying – you’ve been warned.
This has been a completely bizarre week. I believe my last post was my grad school wrap up. It was such a great weekend. I felt confident and happy and like all my life choices were agreeing with me. Then I came back to St. Louis and the sky fell down on me this week. It started with Gentleman Friend and I getting into what I thought would be a discussion and turned into a 3 day fight including some really yucky discoveries and feelings. With that came devastating feelings of insecurity and betrayal. Yikes. Two polar opposite feelings and experiences so close to each other have just wrecked me this week. I’m even taking a vacation day tomorrow to have a minute to really process what happened this week and really understand how I feel about it.
But this post is not about fights with boyfriends and yucky feelings. But it’s important to know that happened the same week as the wedding I went to tonight. Yes, a Thursday evening wedding. Who gets married on a Thursday? A rock ‘n’ roll couple who are doing the wedding on a budget. I worked with the bride at Kakao Chocolate last fall when I was unemployed. She mentioned she wanted a bartender, but renting actual bartenders was expensive. I told her I can pour wine and beer with the best of them, and I’m really friendly, and I was hired. So, I didn’t so much attend a wedding as I did work this wedding, but whatever.
I was married for a bit. My wedding was big. Well, I supposed compared to some it was. Not to others. Since I’m just a little tipsy, I’ll be super transparent. My wedding had 175 guests and cost about $35,000. I think that included the honeymoon. I told Ex Husband we had two choices – do it big or elope. I was leaning towards eloping. He said his family only saw each other at weddings and he had friends across the country – a big wedding made everyone come together. Big wedding done right it was. I cared about the photographer and my dress. He cared about call brand liquors at the bar and, as it turns out, he had strong feelings about cake design. It was a lovely wedding and I think the people enjoyed it. Also, I looked the best I ever have. Isn’t that always the way with brides?
Here’s some pictures of my wedding:

I got my own cake. It was Ex Husbands way of making up for the fact that he won the big cake argument.

This was Ex Husband’s choice for cake design. And I’m pretty sure all 172 guests came up to me at some point and told me they loved it.
Moving on.
Tonight I worked this small backyard wedding. I think there were about 35 people in attendance. They live in an apartment building that has a small-ish backyard with one giant tree in the center. They rented cocktail tables and a bar and served appetizer platters from Whole Foods, a wedding cake and chocolates from Kakao. I served up wine, champagne, beer and bottled water. (And gin and diet Pepsi’s to the mother of the groom. Who wore cargo shorts and a t-shirt. Mother of bride wore very traditional cream suit. Mother of groom, cargo shorts and t-shirt. And it was okay.)
The bride and her sisters hung twinkle-y lights and paper lanterns they made out of white paper lunch bags in the trees. Another friend of hers and I clothed the tables this evening and set up the food and bar. They had a playlist from iTunes piped into the backyard. And it was lovely. It was sweet and heartfelt and simple.
Now, I’m not comparing. My wedding was lovely. I’m bummed that such a big production didn’t lead to a lifetime of wedded bliss, but that’s the past. This wedding, though, was intimate and full of love and so simple. It was the beginning of a marriage and not just a wedding.
The owner of the chocolate company the bride and I work at was there with his wife. They are both wonderful people and they told me they were celebrating their 23rd wedding anniversary next week. A wistful feeling came over me. I want to be married for 23 years. I want a partner. They arrived at the backyard first and the they were telling me about this time they had gone to a wedding and ended up taking over the coordinating efforts because it was falling apart. They were relating these great stories and finishing each other’s sentences and reminding each other of what happened next…and I want that.
I want romance and fun and intimacy and love and a spirit of togetherness. Which leads me back to the week I had with Gentleman Friend. I am at a crossroads.
I am also at the end of this post. I am tired and light headed. No good can come from blogging any more this evening. I leave you only with this advice. Don’t spend the money on the big wedding. Go on vacation instead. Or buy a house. Or redecorate a room. Or save cats from a shelter.









