Not going to the Chapel, but we’re going to get married….

The excitement of life just passes me by yet again as I sit actively watching it run by. I wave to it as I see it off into the unknown future. Going going going going…

Blissful and blessed the union went off without a hitch. Small and warm, cozy and cuddly. The wedding of perfection. My perfection at least.

The intimacy of family and friends, throw a few strangers in there, it’s not just a beerfest but an incestual ménage a trois. Love is in the air, all around and I just swing my fly swatter to just shoo it away from my proximity.

Away away, they go off in their peace. Small and intimate.

Held in their parent’s backyard with the familiarity of home. That’s where love is, home, and no where else.

It was a cryfest from the first word. As I sit in the first row, listening intently to the sacred words that were exchange, the lovely vows of together forever. Tears flowed and they were not mine.

Here’s a change of prose, maybe a mixture. Maybe something new.

It was just nice to be around family again, all family, not just those that I hang out on a regular basis when I’m out here. But family. Family that I never hang out with because I rarely get to see them. Long lost cousins of out of touch, cousins I haven’t seen for years and years, catching up and seeing how they have made a life for themselves.

Catching up again with the long lost sisters that came back for this particular event; their big sister is getting married.

Again, it was a nice lovely wedding. It is a wedding ceremony that I actually wouldn’t mind throwing if I ever get in the marrying mood and eloping is out of the question. Very simple and just….classy. Again, perfection in my book.

They held it in their parents’ backyard. 40 chairs set up and then there was standing room. It was a perfect Washington summer day, temperate and almost clear skies.

They had a judge preside over the ceremony. There wasn’t any father walking the bride down the aisle. Just the bride, Hue, and her sister, Tu, the made of honor. It was just nice.

They didn’t go out and make a big deal out of it. No renting out a space, no enormous amount of guests, just close friends and family.

The Chinese banquet was nice well, even though there wasn’t many people dancing. It was a good mix of Chinese and “American” people. A good mix. But there wasn’t much dancing going on and many of the guests left after the dinner, before the activities were done. But that should be expected in a Chinese wedding.

She had a good time on her wedding day, or at least that’s how I felt, and that is all that should matter.

But it was just good to be back here again, and that was just my first day.

So my week seems pretty packed already, and it always seems packed whenever I come back here. I’m going to make use of these 10 days and actually make it a vacation instead of just coming back and being with family.

Well, here is something regarding me and my doings. Originally, I was to bring a friend up here for the wedding. But things didn’t work out between us for no better reason than that they just didn’t work out.

I told my mom that I was going to bring this friend up with me months and months ago because my friend and I were planning on going to Vancouver together. Of course, word got around, especially during the days of my uncle’s funeral.

But again, we, I, ended things and I went up alone. So, no I came up alone and my family, especially the elders, bugged me about this much talked about friend. Where’s your friend? they would ask continually. This coming from each on of them. I heard you were going to bring your girlfriend back. Where is she? You lied and said you were going to bring your girlfriend back. Liar. I played around with them with my usual flare but what it boils down to as I tell them. We got in a fight and we are now no longer friends.

Things like that just happen. My auntie would just joke around and say, “fight or not, just wait until after you bring her back first, then you can do whatever you want.” Unfortunately things just don’t work that way. They never work that way. T

They just never do. You just have to go on living life in the pace that life goes and can’t expect anything more out of it. Just live.

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