We got up around 9:30 or 10:00, and it was freezing. I peaked between the blinds as usual to “sees the day.” Brand spanking new quality trash cans from the city were at every door. Woohoo. New trash process starts next week, I believe. I’m not thrilled about it, as they used to get my trash from the back. Now I will have to wheel my trash can around to the front every Wednesday evening. That wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that my townhouse is smack in the middle of about 8 or 9 of them, which means I have to wheel it all the way around one end of the units or the other. Oh well, at least it’s on dance night, when I’m usually out late anyway — I can just do it when I get back from the bar.
I did the TCW minutes — the second to the last ones. December’s meeting will be my last meeting.
I made it to the church for Janet and Beth’s commitment ceremony with about 15 minutes to spare. It was fun watching Janet and Beth say, as each person walked up, “Oh, so that’s what ‘wedding casual’ means.” That’s what they had put on the invitations for the dress, and evidently they weren’t quite sure what it meant themselves. I liked that ploy, as it pretty much made every feel that they had made the right choice.
A ten till the start of the ceremony, Janet said in typical “P” fashion, “I’m thinking we’ll have the ceremony outdoors.” I responded in my typical “J” fashion, “And when exactly do you think you’ll know?”
We ended up down the path into the woods at the mini-amphitheater. It was just beautiful out there. It was the end of the day, it was quiet peaceful, with them, the minister, and nine guests. It was a short ceremony with a few minutes in the middle with Joni Mitchell’s song, “Love” playing, while we enjoyed the peace. It was a nice juxtaposition to the elections to me. I thought, “No matter what laws they pass or don’t pass, they can’t ever take away two people committing their love for, and commitment to, each other.
Our group of 12 ate in a separate room at Aurora in Chapel Hill. Janet and Beth ordered one of each appetizers, of which there were six, and we just passed them around, with everyone taking what struck their fancy. There was an “open bar,” in that we all just ordered whatever drinks we wanted. We each ordered our own entrees, of which I chose the Lasagna with Italian Sausage. It was delicious. I ate half, and boxed the rest. We did the same thing with the desserts as we did with the appetizers. It was great.
Beth had asked her sister to make a toast from “her side,” which she did. I followed it with a toast from “Janet’s side.”
May you never lie, cheat, or drink.
But if you must lie, lie with each other.
If you must cheat, cheat death!
And if you must drink, then drink here with your friends who are honored to witness your union.
Hear, hear!
It was a real nice gathering and time. We “re-introduced” ourselves, as we had already introduced ourselves at the church, but just as a refresher we went around the table again. This time, though, Beth introduced her niece, and then her niece introduced her mom, Beth’s sister, and then Beth’s sister introduced the next person. That was neat.
Mary and I lusted after the waiter.
At the end one of the guests, a woman, left the room, and came back with her boyfriend. People were ribbing her about “picking up a guy.”
“I found him out front,” she joked.
I said, “Oh, are there any more out there?” Laughter all around.
I left there at about 8:15, stopped by home to refrigerate my leftovers, changed clothes, and raced off to Flex. I think I only missed one or two dances. There was a nice crowd there, and we had a pretty good sized group for a lesson on a Saturday night, which is unusual. We danced until 11 or a little after I think. Van and Adam invited us over to watch “Saved,” but my stomach was upset so we passed.