While my mother is over staying with me things have slowed down a little and we are taking things easy. In the absence of anything like a backyard to sit in at the house, we have been visiting some of the local parks to sit in and relax. (The back yard renovation at home is perhaps a story for another time, but it has been a project from hell to date - so full of expense, poor workmanship and missed promises that I just don’t want to talk about it). Anyway, our favorite place is, of course, the Rose Garden in McKinley Park which, even this late in the season, is still quite beautiful.
Yesterday we were sitting there and as more and more smartly dressed people arrived we realized we were in the middle of a wedding. We were joined on our seat by a friend of the bride and pretty soon we had got the low down on the couple getting married – apparently another case of a smart young woman marrying a less than stellar young man – “throwing her life away” – at least in the view of our new “friend”.
As more and more people arrived, they would walk past us and greet us as if we were invited guests. It would have been so easy to just mingle in with the crowd and we could have slipped along to the reception (at a nearby house).
Of course witnessing a wedding is not something you can usually do in the UK, and Mum was quite interested to see the bride in all her finery. So we stayed around for the ceremony (discretely positioned away from the main crowd) and critiqued everyone’s dress. We decided to pass on the reception however - we had dinner plans at IKEA anyway.
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