What a week and weekending it has been! And a year ending, too, as Sam and I have been married for one glorious year as of today.
On Thursday, my sister let us know she and her husband Juan had decided last-minute to go out to SoCal for a family wedding, and wanted to know if we were close enough to visit, or to take a trip down. So we took a trip down yesterday to Pico Rivera and came back today. I expected to hang out with my sis and her hubby for a few hours in the evening perhaps, after his niece's wedding, which was at noon. The family generously invited us to the whole shebang, but the ceremony was a bit early for us, and we figured the recepton would be around 2, so we might go to that. Well, the wedding and pictures lasted until 3:30, and the reception didn't start until 5, it turned out.
Aforementioned recpeption lasted until 3:30 this morning. Can we say Catholic ceremony? Can we say big assed Mexican family? Oh, my. For every adult present, there were literally 6 children. Sam and I stayed at the cheap hotel the reception was at, which I don't think we realized would be quite so close to the Mariachi band and dance floor all night, but we slept eventually. It was a much livelier wedding than I'd seen in a long, long time.
I have to say, the Mexican culture is so much more fun than whatever vestige of Caucasian culture I was granted. (What is Caucasian culture, exactly? Hotdogs and the NRA? Isolationism and Twinkie twin-packs?) This family was created out of three different marriages from a single busy gentleman, and 3 very fertile ladies. I'd say there were 200 people there, and that was probably about a third of the complete family. Half the family were law enforcers, and the other half (they joked) were law-breakers. They were warm people, inexhaustible dancers, and although children were everywhere, the children were actually incredibly well behaved. It did not matter to them one whit where the reception was held, or who got how drunk, or how much money there was to spend on it. They just loved each other, and weren't afraid to show it.
One of the young men there had just gotten back from Iraq, and I got to see the Purple Heart he was awarded. 19 years old, I think. The family was proud of him and it was clearly something that elevated his status. I've never been around military families, so this was really striking. The whole experience was eye-opening, and expanding, and being able to hang out with my sister for 9 hours was fantastic.
Much better even than the standing ovation at the opening night at my theatre on Friday for the first show that I have fully produced there.
Much more amusing than the family of skunks that I discovered have a burrow in my backyard on Saturday morning. 4 or 5 of them, and my cats happily hanging out with them a few feet away. I have to figure out what to do about that...
Not half as good as Sam and my's decision to actively pursue the NY possibility, though. We decided this weekend that we aren't getting younger, and there's no time like the present to try an experiment to see whether either one of us can stand for/benefit from further education.
And nothing compares to completing the first of many many happy years with my great love.
All in all, a most satisfying weekend.