Road Waking Ceremony Mingling Reception Much

On the Road Again

This past weekend we took our second trip across the border in as many weeks to attend my cousin Sara's wedding in Rochester.

We don't normally get down to see them all that often. Considering how much fun we always have when we are there, I am left wondering why we don't.

Guess which country we visited? Click…

Waking Up is Hard to Do

The road trip started early on Saturday morning*, seeing us leaving on time for a change.
The anticipated hell that is usually the border passed quickly and without incident. The drive was short, and we made it to our hotel with quite a bit of time to spare.

We found our way to our room, but not before stopping at Dennis and Lorraine's room first to say hi. I noticed some empties, and remarked to Dennis that they must have had a good time the night before.

Dennis nodded, replying that all of the wedding guests staying at the hotel had a little party in the lobby (where there was a large space with tables and chairs). That sucked for us, but it meant that we were in store for some party people, which was okay with us.

The Ceremony

The ceremony was held in a church, which was beautiful. Complete with a choir loft and pipe organ, it smacked of old-school churchness. Or old-church schoolness? You know what I mean.

It's a long way to Tipperary. Click…

The ceremony was wonderful. The priest that officiated the event had actually married my cousin Sara's parents some time ago**. One thing I've never understood, though, is that the couple sits off to the side (still in plain view, though) as if waiting judgement. Dave did that at his wedding with Sarah***.

Everyone looked great, and there was even one of the world's smallest Sopranos bodyguards…

Are you talkin to me?!?! Click…

Pictures and Mingling

After they had tied the knot, the entire cast and crew of the wedding went outside to have their pictures taken.

It was an opportunity for us to congratulate the bride and groom on their choice to defy the odds of modern times and have a happy marriage****.

It was also a great time to get to know some of my cousin's significant others. My cousin Kate's beau is from Scotland. He's a great lad with an awesome sense of humour. Joe's significant other is from South America. I think she's lived everywhere. Emily's man I already knew and it was good to see him again.

Of course, meeting these people face to face means that you learn about their oddness, like Gregor's bridesmaid fetish…

Scottish men are perverts! Click…

All in all, it was a lot of fun.

We were told to follow the bridal party after the photo shoot to go to another location for another shoot. I didn't realize that we were supposed to be going there to be in the photos. I felt really bad when I found that out*****.

The Reception

The party following the afternoon was excellent. It was held at a local Golf Club.
Sara made the best entrance I think I have ever seen (followed by Kate and her backwards walk with her groomsman).

Sara and Mike opened the evening with their first dance and then it was party time.

The food was great, and the tunes were happening.

Here are a list of interesting things that happened (in no particular order) that made this awesome for me…

  • The last line of Sara's thank-you speech was: Get yourself out on the dance floor, and shake it.
  • Emily did the worm in a bridesmaid dress.
  • Steve did an awesome DVD production of Sara and Mike, complete with over-the-top cutaways and references. Sweet.
  • The big question of the night was whether Gregor had anything underneath his kilt. He didn't. This sent Lorraine into hysterics when he flashed his rump at us******.
  • For some reason Mrs. J and I actually kicked ass at the Merengue. We were both tanked and feeling fine. This method will have to be employed again soon. Nothing like wasted talent. 🙂
  • I was sending text messages back and forth with Mama to make her jealous that I was at an event with an open bar. It worked.

I may add more as I remember them. There were so many awesome things that happened that it's hard to keep them straight.

Thanks So Much

A warm thank you to my Rochester relatives for inviting us down. It was definitely a wonderful time.

Little did Mike know that Sara is really a vampire! Click…

* – I think it's a mathematical rule that one must wake up x number of hours earlier than 9 AM (where x is the number of kilometers to the destination divided by 100).
** – At the reception, Sara's dad made a boo boo when he mentioned the number of years he had been married as a dynamic range rather than a static number. It was quite funny and he milked that for a while.
*** – The part of my brain that's beyond my control always pictures up a trap door opening up for some reason. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that it would be funny if that were to happen.
**** – For the record, Mrs. Jorge and I have been married for three and a half years, which means we've already beaten the odds. Take that, statistics!
***** – Seriously, that was the worst messed up communication between Figs ever. I have already informed the family that I will happily insert myself digitally into any photos they want. Of course, I received a photo of a toilet this morning for some reason…
****** – It has been erroneously reported (by Kate) that Mrs. Jorge was also in hysterics. This is not true, as she is disappointed at missing the show of what we call The Fine Behind.

11 Responses

  1. Dammit! Why does everyone else always get to see the hot Scotsman’s naked behind?!

    The wedding sounds great, although weddings usually make me feel like a noose is tightening around my neck. Yes, I know I’m the weirdest woman you’ve ever met (except you haven’t actually met me).

    The picture of the little boy was SO CUTE! I wonder what he’ll be doing in about 20 years. I’m sure I’ll need a date, and I’ll have moved to younger men by then.

  2. So I guess this means wedding season is officially open now. Puke. I think I’d rather go hunting.

  3. Great photos, lovely dialogue; has anyone ever told you you should be in pictures?

  4. Look I’m commenting on your blog. I’ve outed myself as a lurker.

    It’s been nice talking to you Jorge. Things you say just seem to make sense.

  5. Jorge, I’m here again but there’s nothing new. What gives?

    hehe. I’m such a pain.

  6. Party in the hotel lobby, wow! I thought we tore it up at my wedding, but after reading that I hang my head and sulk – I don’t know how to party

  7. Yes, I know.
    New content is a little slow these days due to the show and moving things over here from Spaces.

    New stuff will be here soon, I promise.

    Shellie, you shouldn’t worry about being a party hound. You are definitely certifiably one of those types. 😉

  8. DUDE!
    I can finally leave COMMENTS now!
    And I actually MAY, sometimes!
    You totally should’ve had Sara put off the wedding for a few weeks, until our dollar was stronger. Some “experts” (who are these people?) think that our dollar may PASS the U.S. dollar. What kinda crazy-ass shit is THAT?
    Point being, if she’d held off another few weeks or couple of months, you may’ve been able to squeeze another drink or two our of your bar tab.
    These things are important.

    I’m just sayin’.

  9. Wicked.
    I’m glad you can leave comments.

    The strength of the Canadian dollar is not very useful given that it was an open bar.

  10. former-bride/cousin sara here– i just wanted to add that having the mr. and mrs. jorge in attendance made the night complete- was it just my imagination, or was there a moment when you encouraged us all to “get naked”?? what a great night…

  11. […] The three J’s went south of the border this weekend to the land of the cousins. That’s right, we travelled to Rochester for another wedding! […]

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