I’ve kind of lost touch with my blogging spirit. I used to do it all the time. I used to update my LiveJournal at least once a week, frequently more than that. Early in 2005, I took a leave of absence from LJ and never really went back… not in full force, anyway. I just dropped by every once in a while. And after Angela quit her journal, I pretty much abandoned LJ as well. I still check friends’ entires and sometimes leave comments, but that’s about it. I haven’t written a real blog entry since July.
Meh.
Hillary fussed at me Friday night for being a poor blogger, so I’ll give it another shot. Not like I have anything better to do, right?
The thing is… it’s like I don’t really even remember how to blog properly. I used to just have words pouring out of me, detailing everything that was going on. And now, I just don’t have that feeling. Not really, anyway.
For example, my sister got married this weekend, and I know I
could tell you all about it, but I don’t know why I
should. Does it even matter to you? There’s only one person on my friends list who has ever even met my sister.
If you’re still reading, then you must be thinking that I have something worth saying. Well, let’s see if I can fix that little misconception. Hah.
The wedding went well. The event was at the Memphis Botanical Gardens, and the weather turned out quite favorably. That’s no small bit of luck, considering the notoriously fickle Memphis weather. There was only one technical error – we started ushering the grandmothers to their seats one song too early, but only those of us who knew the plan beforehand were aware of this, so it’s not like it ruined anything. It actually sped things up, and I’m sure the guests would’ve been thankful for it.
Lisa marched down the aisle as a string quartet played the traditional wedding march. She really was beautiful. She looked like Queen Amidala from
Star Wars. And when Will saw her for the first time that day… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look happier.
The ceremony was simple and brief, but very sweet. I cried a little, which I had not anticipated. Thankfully, I had stuffed my pockets with Kleenex just in case. ;-)
The reception afterward was reasonably lively, and thankfully devoid of the tackier wedding traditions. There was no smashing of cake in anyone’s face (thank the gods), and there was no garter thrown (again, thank the gods).
The food was reasonably tasty, though I didn’t eat much. I spent most of my time milling about, saying hello to the many relatives I hadn’t seen in years. I danced with Lisa for a bit, then returned to meandering among the crowd, frequently stopping for pictures.
Oh, the pictures.
At least I looked nice in my tux. ;-)
When Lisa and Will were ready to leave, everyone lined up and instead of throwing rice, we blew bubbles (every seat at the reception got a little bottle of bubble-stuff and one of those little wands you blow through). The shower of bubbles was nice, since they float a little instead of just plopping down like rice, and there’s no cleanup afterwards.
It was a good day.