When Harry Met Sally Finale
03.28.07 (12:07 am) [edit]Well, she finally did it, just like in the movie. Actually, the title is a little confusing. I chose "Sally" as a nickname for my friend, because we are just friends, have no intention of being more than that, but people don't seem to understand that When Harry Met Sally was just a movie, and that men and women can be friends w/out the sex part getting in the way. Well, in the end Sally did get married, but that doesn't really have a parallel in the real world, because Harry represents everyone who thinks there's more to our friendship.
But, just like the movie, Sally got married in the end, and that's what my Sally did. And just like the weatherman predicted, it rained and snowed. Fortunately, it's good luck to have rain on your wedding day.
I found out a few days before that my chariot was going to be getting her to the church on time, so I went out and got some discreet fairy decorations for my car that nobody really noticed anyway in the end. I also made the effort to put on my summer tires, which have these lovely mags on them, rather than the ugly capless rims my winters have. I arrived sometime after noon and was disappointed to discover she was sick. Her boss made her sick, and on the day before he made her work. She wasn't quite right as rain by Saturday. Fortunately, it's good luck to be sick on your wedding day.
So, the photographer took some pics of us getting ready, of me eating day-old pizza. And while he took some bogus pics of her getting into the backseat of my car with her dress on (but got pics of her arriving at the reception hall in my front seat) I tried to get every speck of dust and grime off my car and my lovely mag wheels. Of course, with all the Canadian winter crap washed off my car, I was able to see the first scratch on the body. Fortunately, it's good luck to have the resale value of an expensive possession drop sharply on your wedding day.
So, we got to the reception hall, and were quickly wisked away into a back room where we waited for people to show up, and Sally had me hunting for stuff to blow her nose into. Eventually, I led her to the front, she kissed me on the cheek, and I sat down beside her mother. Her dad's dead, btw, which is why I got to perform that duty.
I thought the ceremony was a little weird. Everyone seemed to think it was appropriate to make wisecracks from the peanut gallery, and the guy who was doing the wedding (I don't know what to call him. He's not a religious minister, nor is he a justice of the peace. He's more like an RCMP officer, but in religious-looking garb) wasn't short of wisecracks. My family was also there, and my toddler-niece was rather unruly. She hadn't had a nap that day, so she was not easy to deal w/. Fortunately, it's good luck to have a cranky baby on your wedding day.
There ceremony didn't last all that long, then it was pictures, and the reception. I scored big when I went up to the best man and asked him if he knew who the blonde chick was in flip-flops. He asked if I liked her, and then told me it was his daughter. I know what you are thinking, but his reaction was the opposite of that. He tried to introduce me to her, and immediately started talking about his other daughter's bfs, and how much of bozos they are, and how I'd be a great catch! What bothered me the most about this is not the idea of being fixed up by a girl's dad after just putting my foot in my mouth, or that she's half my age. No, what creeps me out the most is having too few degrees of separation between me and this guy. His first impressions were pretty bad. First of all, when I initially laid eyes on him, I thought he looked like he'd been through a combine harvester. Less superficially, however, Harry joked that my title was "maid of honour", for lack of something more appropriate, so this guy starts making spoofs about me being gay. Being that familiar before having my acquaintance for the 30th second makes a bad impression.
So the reception got underway, after the happy couple went around all the tables and spoke to everyone. I wish I hadn't had so much bread at that time, because the chicken was wonderful! The cake wasn't bad either. The icing was so finely crafted that a lot of people wondered if some of it was plastic. It had a strange gooey texture. My nephew wanted to sit at the empty space at the head table for the cake. When I told him he'd have to wait until everyone got their cake before he could start on his, he decided he'd rather be at one of the regular tables. The strangest part of the evening was when a mouse actually showed up. I alerted one of the staff to it, but they never caught it. Fortuntely, it's good luck to have a vermin infestation on your wedding day.
So, nothing profound after that. My family went home when my niece ran out of patience, and Sally's co-workers went home w/out saying goodbye right after cake. Sally thinks it might be because one of the lesbian guests was hitting on one of them. I guess I'll find out on the weekend.
So let's all wish Harry and Sally the best. As some of you know, I've lost a bit of confidence in Sally to choose the right one, since she's been engaged twice which could only have lead to a distaster of a marriage. Ever since, I've been able to say she's been engaged 2x to the wrong guys, but she never married the wrong guy. I know that Sally would want to be in a failed marriage just as much as I would. But I guess she meant it this time.