The fall off 2002 (3)

The wedding... Part 2.

By this time I had already dealt with the parent's, and in Abby's case that meant dealing with a lot of people and two households (her Dad and his wife, the mom and her boyfriend, her ex-dad). That was really hard... I remember that I was terribly nervous the first time I saw her Mom, and of course the idea of her dad terrified me. [When I met her mom it was even harder because it wasn't going to be a "let's get coffee and get our of here" thing, I was going to stay in her house for a full week... I was really trying to make a good impression. Either way, at the end it worked. They all liked me, and to be honest, I grew quite fond of them my self].

Still, at the reception I got all nervous again. People had heard a lot about me, they had expectations, they had questions, and mostly: they had jokes. Abby's dad was kind enough to adopt me during the reception, so I got to sit on his table with Chuck's friends. I remember at a point there was some discussion about Mexico and it's culture... Argh. It turned out alright though.

I don't really know how it ended... I am guessing I blocked most of the jokes, or was I just terribly bored?. I don't know, I remember being envious of Christina because she had a game boy though. Either way, the reception was over eventually. Even today, I don't know what those are for.

I am almost sure I spent that night at Abby's dad's house.

The next morning was, very probably, the rehearsal... How?, why?. It could be that the rehearsal was first, and then the reception. I truly do not know. Damn. Does anybody knows if those two useless activities follow some protocol as in which comes first?.

Either way, I liked the rehearsal... Or mostly, I liked the church. It was in an orthodox Christian Russian church. For some reason Chuck got into that church and it's traditions, and he just loved them. The place was very small, but terribly beautiful. The paintings and decorations all over. Things happened the way they were meant to, and so we were done.

I know as well we visited this family that Abby just loved at some point. She used to baby sit the kids and had known them for years, they really cared for her too. I always had a good time when we were around there. The Mom and Dad were very interesting people, and the kids were just fun to be around. Besides, the Mom cooked great brownies!!!...

The day of the actual wedding we all were spending the night at some hotel. The party was taking place there, and although it wasn't far away from people's houses, it seems that it's pretty common to do that too. That morning, as I was leaving Abby's Dad's house, he and his wife stopped me and gave me a huge gift box. -Christmas gift, we won't be able to see you then-. It was a HUGE deal, and they gave me the coolest jacket I have. They knew I had lost mine here in Mexico (Abby told them I bet), so they got me this great GAP one... Wow... Talk about nice surprises. Later Abby told me she was envious about it!, they seemed to like me better than her!... Ha!.

Anyway... I bet a bunch of other things that I cannot remember happened before the wedding. Either way, eventually we were at the wedding. It was pretty much like the rehearsal, but everybody was dressing nice, and not playing make believe, this time was the real thing. It turned out great, the way those orthodox guys perform the wedding is very pretty. They do everything 3 times, and it's not as boring as it sounds... Surprinsingly enough to be honest.

Kisses were given, rice was thrown, and a new married couple walked out of that church with a smile on their faces.

I don't know with whom I went to the hotel... Abby's brother and I were staying on the same room, so we checked in, left our stuff there...

This and that happened... And all of a sudden, we were at a party!.

There was dancing, nice music, and all that good stuff. Sarah is a professional dancer, so she and her boyfriend prepared a very cool first dance. Besides Sarah and her students performed some very cool pieces tap dancing, etc. I did have a good time. Despite of the fact that a lot of people were telling me -I bet you and Abby are going to be the next-. Yeah right.

Remember that time when the groom throws this thing on the air and all the single guys fight to catch it?, and if you get it then it means you are the next to marry?. Of course, I really did my best to NOT get it, but while I was trying that, a bunch of Abby's uncles and aunts were cheering -Hector!, Hector!-. I guess I passed that whole family test. Still, that was embarrassing.

J had a great bottle of wine, which he shared only with very few people. It was meant to be terribly expensive, all I know is that it was terribly good. I wasn't one of those few people that were supposed to drink from it though. Abby was, lucky thing she doesn't like the stuff, and that's when the boyfriend comes in handy!.

Here in Mexico we party till dawn, and then they serve break fast. At least till 4 am or something like that. That doesn't happen there either, quite early the whole thing was off. Bummer. We were quite awake!. So James, his girlfriend, Abby and I decided to go back to our room and keep it on there. I even remember James saying "ok, here is the deal, you get the room 30 minutes with Abby, and then I do so with my girl"... Ha ha ha, he was funny!. Quite laid back to be the brother, at least, that wouldn't be heard here, brother are supposed to give you a bad time.

The day had been pretty cool, and now this little after party we were having was turning out decent... For a while. Eventually though, one of the worst discussions I ever had with Abby happened. We even took it down the hall, I saw her with a that pissed off face I only saw a couple of times. I hated it so much... That fight meant a lot... Did I flew all the way there just for that?... Damn.

... How did it started?... I don't quite remember... The way any stupid fight starts. What I know though, is how it ended.

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ps. I am sorry it's taking me this long to finish writing about this. It's just funny, when I start typing, all this memories start to flow back, and I just keep writing all this little details that probably only I care about. Still, it's been written, slowly but steadily. Tell me if them posts are too long, or encrypted... After all, writing all this started because of a question from you!.