Nattily attired, we headed out for the wedding yesterday afternoon. The wedding started at 5:30--Paul, who was still a wee bit reluctant about going since we didn't know anyone, wanted to leave as late as possible. We didn't leave until 4:15 to drive to Santa Fe which takes a good hour even going the 75 mph speed limit. Yeah, that might have been cutting it a bit close as we slipped in just before the grandmothers were seated. Surprisingly, someone else slunk in after us just ahead of the mothers. The wedding itself was lovely--flowers, music, dresses, etc. The priest performing the ceremony did such a nice job with it too. I don't know if he was a local clergy or a family friend but it seemed to be a personalized to them, with enough humor to keep it light but a reverence befitting the occasion. (Then again, he could do the exact same service for all couples and how many of would actually know).
After the ceremony, everyone walked from the church to the reception site following a mariachi band which also played during the cocktail hour where we tried to not look COMPLETELY anti-social. Thankfully, some family members took pity on the poor couple standing by themselves and chatted with us about the weather for a while. We were seated next to the only other people from ABQ at the wedding as well as some college friends. The man from ABQ is the same age as Paul's brother and attended the same middle school as Paul and Alan. During the reception, rather than the (in my opinion, highly annoying) glass-clinking to get the bride and groom to kiss, each table had to sing a song with the word "Love" in it. Our table opted for "You Lost that Loving Feeling" (Paul gamely went up with the rest of us but did a "Pips" routine with another man from the table rather than actually sing). Dinner was good, cake was good, introduced ourselves to the bride's and groom's fathers (mothers were out dancing), chatted with bride and groom and then headed towards home. We got caught in traffic coming from the monster truck rally at the casino between Santa Fe and ABQ so Paul started calling me "Darlene" the rest of the way home because he thought it sounded like the name of someone coming from a monster truck rally (no offense to anyone named Darlene who abhors monster trucks and all that nonsense).
This morning, we joined my in-laws at church for the make-your-own omelet bar at the church before services. It is also my father-in-law's birthday today so he got the combo birthday/Father's Day gift--a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys which he thought looked quite interesting and entertaining. I hope he does enjoy it. It's become one of my favorites to flip through in the library.
When we got home from church, rather than doing things I need to be doing in anticipation of our upcoming trip, we spent the better part of the afternoon periodically checking on this little guy in our backyard:
It's a wee bunny rabbit who spent time munching on the day lilies, hanging out in the shade of one of the planters, and napping in the sun on the little sliver of rocks next to our patio.
It's not totally visible in this picture but Hippity-Hop was taking a nice little nap here with his back legs are kicked out behind him. After a bit, he rested his head on his front paws and napped there for about an hour or so before heading off to parts unknown.
Laundry can wait. Wee bunnies are only wee for short time.
3 comments:
Sounds like you had the kind of weekend that make weekends worthwhile. Someplace to go, but time to relax. I like your little friend. I hope he hops back on occassion.
Ohhh...he's a cutie...we have one of those hanging out in our backyard too, but he's a little older and going thru his "gangly adolescent" phase. :)
So cute! Glad you had a good weekend, Darlene. :)
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