And now, back to Cancun!
No, I’m not going back to Cancun. I’m just going to resume my account of it with the details of the wedding ceremony. You know…the whole reason we went down there (apart from the swim-up bar, of course).
It took place in a gazebo overlooking the ocean, which was nice because you could see the water, but you weren’t surrounded by tourists in thongs. I mean, as picturesque as a European man in a thong is, if I were getting hitched, I wouldn’t want to have them in the background of all the photos. Am I right? So it was in a gazebo, and the bride arrived in a horse-drawn carriage to the romantic melody of the mariachi band that was flanking the entrance. And as she walked into the gazebo, the band fell in behind her, and in that moment I had but one thought. I want a mariachi band to follow me around everywhere!!! They could provide my traveling music, don’t you think? I mean seriously. Either that or the chorus of a musical romantic comedy. It’s a toss-up really. But back to the wedding.
There was a lot of reading. A lot. Discussing it later, Whitney and I really felt that they must have said like three different sets of vows. And since I didn’t have a program, I really couldn’t tell you what all that extra stuff was. I mean, the pastor was reading stuff, then the couple, then the parents were responding, then there was the scripture reading, then the poetry reading, then the vows, then the vows, then the pastor, then the vows, then the literature reading, then the sand ceremony (which was pretty neat and also involved more reading), etc., etc., and periodically, I would peek at the mariachi band, who were all back in the back of the gazebo biting their nails and tuning their instruments and wondering why there was so much talking going on and when it would be their turn to play again. It was pretty entertaining to watch. And the groom was sweating like I have never seen a human being sweat before. Not because he was nervous (I don’t think), but because he was wearing a suit and it was roughly eight gajillion degrees (with the heat index). And you could see it because the suit was sort of beige, so it totally looked like he’d peed his pants. Good times.
Oh! And as my assigned groomsman was walking me into the gazebo, the dude looks at me and says in all seriousness and cluelessness, “Where do you want to sit?” I mean, I know it had been a whole six hours since we’d rehearsed it, but please. A little retention.
Anyhoe, the whole thing really was lovely, and I am so glad that I was able to be a part of it.
After the ceremony, we took all the pictures, and then we had dinner, and whilst waiting for…something (I don’t remember), a band came around to serenade us, and I joined them with a bit of auxiliary percussion. Here’s a picture.
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