Weekend

I am just kinda happy floating. I’m exhausted, and I’m having a great weekend!

We just got back home (to my folks) from David & Lisa’s reception (I just realized – I never got any cake!). From 7 to 11pm. I just had a really good time. Mostly because I danced. With women. Granted, okay, half the time was with my step-sister in law, but still, thats not the point!

I was an usher in the wedding. The wedding was Saturday at 2:30. The service was relatively simple, fairly traditional, and beautiful! I was ushering with the bride’s brother. It was fun, because Lisa didn’t really plan out every little detail. So, he and I just kinda decided what we were going to do, and how we were going to do it.

Anyway, about halfway through the service, one of the groomsmen stepped out. He was ill. As he walked past us at the back, he was drenched in sweat, and I was worried that he wouldn’t make it downstairs to where the men had staged eariler.

He had the flu. He didn’t come to rehearsal, and apparently felt well enough earlier in the day to go ahead and do the service. But standing up for 30 minutes, in a tux, was too much for him. He ended up leaving.

So, just as the minister was presenting the couple, another of the groomsmen (another of my step-brothers) motioned me down. As the bride and groom left, I came down the side and stood in for Shawn (the dude that left).

I walked out with his bridesmaid, and took his place in all the pictures. I had been upgraded! Meanwhile, Jerry became then the “head usher” and got his own set of pictures “by himself” with the couple (which is cool, since again, he’s the bride’s brother) so it worked out for both of us.

But, my new responisbilities carried into the reception, where I got to dance with my maid, and generally carry on like on of the groom’s party. I was applauded for “stepping-in” and “stepping-up”. *chuckling* I was probably being mocked, but it was fun anyway.

The downside was, all of the women at the wedding were either married or engaged. *sigh, smile* But that didn’t stop me from dancing with, or talking with, them.

Nice women. Its funny, a woman tells me while dancing with her about her fiancee, and by the time the dance is done, I think “she’s a wonderful woman; he’s a wise and fortunate man” but when I am interested in someone, it takes me months to “consider” them. *shrug*

I’m told that men with wedding rings are more attractive to single women. I guess it works both ways.

Anyway, for any of you who read my journal often, you know that I am dancing at a club every now and again with a friend. For any of you who know me personally, you know that dancing at all is practically unheard of.

Not that I don’t enjoy it. Its just that I don’t know how. I don’t go out enough on my own to learn “modern dance”, and no woman has ever had the patience to teach me classic dance steps. So, shy because of my inability, I never do.

So it is something of a personal pride point that I say I danced at the reception. Again, half of the time was with one of my sister’s in law. Her husband, my oldest step-bro, isn’t into the dancing thing. He’s a fantasy-football type. *smiles, wondering if that was a successful stereotype transmission*

Anyway, dancing with her was “safe” since she was family. I could be more myself and worry less about “getting the steps right” or whatever. Even more helpful is that she is kinda a ham. One of the songs that the DJ played is that Twist-medley. She said she jazzercized to it, I said I was working out the Y, so we started doing our aerobic workout to the music! *chuckling* We even managed to draw a croud into our “dance routine”.

The little kids were great, too. I was able to bond better with my nieces and nephews on the step-side of the family. Thats signifcant because I/we seldom get to see them (the step-side of the family). I made sure to tell each of them before they left how much I appreciated getting to spend the time with them (parents, and kids).

This afternoon, between wedding and reception, the folks and I went to Chilli’s, then to Barnes & Noble to go book-looking. Thats something my step-dad and I enjoy doing together. Mom slept out in the van. I bought the current issue of “Backpacking”.