jojo – We all are stardust

musiclily:

I went to such a lovely wedding this weekend. I’ve known this woman (HPR) since we were freshman in high school, and she’s opinionated and brilliant but hates being the center of attention at the same time. She’s argumentative and a “procrastinating perfectionist.” I’ve had sleepovers with her, I’ve had heart-to-hearts with her, I’ve talked through some obnoxious shit with her from both our sides, she got called “counselor” by our English teacher because she was similar to a lawyer. We’ve done science experiments in her kitchen.

Her wedding was just HER. No bullshit, no ridiculous kowtowing to anyone, nothing weird, you know? It was religious but not constricting (I attended with MY GIRLFRIEND and the bride’s mother said we were so cute together), and the reception took place AMONGST THE FLOWERS at an arboretum. We got to explore the grounds a bit and then came inside, where there was just a casual, loving feel. She wore a relative’s vintage dress and her now-husband WORE A KILT (with sporan but no knife). Her dad’s bowtie had a matching tartan on it.

The reception itself had long tables, rather than round ones, almost as if there was a lord presiding over a village hall. Celtic music played while everyone sat and chatted and drank, watching a photographic slideshow. Around the room, there were card games, darts, beanbags, chess, shuffleboard, pool, and other games. The centerpieces were steins full of thistles and flowers.

Dinner was amazing, because duh, and the band was a Celtic trio that did amazing covers. At one point I danced a little Irish jig (yes I did once do Irish step-dancing). The bride and groom refused to kiss on command and they didn’t have a “first dance.”

My friends and I caught up exactly where we left off, and it was lovely as it always is. My friends also didn’t bat an eyelash about the fact that I brought an AFAB person (my agender girlfriend) to the wedding. My friend SMM, whom I have known since I was in 5th grade, was so lovely about it, actually. Her son loudly whispered during Mass “Is that a girl or a boy?! I just want to say HI to him or her!” She apologized for the comment, even though we have no idea if it was about my gf or the guy in front of us with a long bob and a full beard. Kids be kids, and they’re curious.

My gf and I got to hold hands, kiss cheeks, and be just as cute as everyone else. Plus, apparently, my friend RBM DOES want me to call her and isn’t too busy to take my calls the way I always fear, and maybe I’ll watch Felicity and chat about it with her (her husband says she misses her friends and I’m quietly sobbing about it).

I have no idea what my parents think about my gf, the first partner of mine they’ve met since high school. As far as 12-hour road-trips go, this was spectacular beyond the pale. I was, yes, endlessly excited but didn’t expect things would go this well. Of course, there were bumps, as there always are, but like–fucking amazing weekend.

I love you endlessly. My serotonin fluctuates perpetually as well, which I know isn’t a comfort, but an effort to show you that you’re in good company. H&J send their love as well, and they always will. I always will. I wish you constant goodwill. (DEPRESSION LIES TO US, babe. We are beautiful people)