
Anyway, it’s remarkable that I haven’t ever been to a Catholic wedding, considering my mother’s family is Catholic. In fact, I’ve never been to a Catholic service of any sort. It was interesting, what with the kneeling (on the special fold-down padded kneeling bench thinger), and the Mary hailing and all. There was a part where we all held up our hands to bless the newlyweds and I could get into that — it was woo-woo enough that I could imagine blasting them with the happy energy beams that I can shoot out of my palms.
All religious observation aside, there was also a martini ice luge at the reception, and that was awesome. I drank much more than I would have otherwise. Congratulations to the newlyweds!
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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Playapixie
September 13th, 2006 at 9:59 am
Believe it or not, i *had* a catholic wedding. Yep, strange stuff!