Last night I had the pleasure of attending my college roommate’s wedding. We lived together for about 75% of my undergrad time. It was kind of an odd matching up, I don’t even really remember how it exactly happened it just did. We were in the same pledge class so I met her the very beginning of my time at Mizzou. I have to admit it was great to have someone who was there with me through out college, as in actually doing a lot of the same things, knowing what I was doing, and really being a supporting friend. Yes there were time when we didn’t get along completely but I she was always there for me. I hope that she knows I am here for her.
The wedding was a celebration and going away party at the same time. You see her now husband is being deployed to Iraq in October. I still vividly remember the day when he showed up at the house when we were in college. It was unexpected and my roommate was still at class. He came to tell her that he was going to be deployed, either to El Paso or Iraq/Afghanistan. At the time he didn’t know and that was in the middle of the war. It was scary and my heart just went out to her when he told her. They were/are really in love and cared so much for each other. He ended up going to Texas, which made the separation a bit easier because he could still at least talk to her on the phone frequently.
I would think that it would be incredibly hard to start off married life apart. They won’t be living together or even in the same city for a year and a half. How do you build your foundation of married life? I guess you just put that on hold. I think I would be a bit nervous going from a long distance relationship when dating and early in the marriage to physically living together. How do you know that you will still get along with that person? It seems that when people live on their own they develop their own routine, their own particular way they like things, and are used to being only responsible for themselves. You throw a spouse in the mix and it makes me wonder if you adjust smoothly or it could cause the relationship to crumble. Man, I am being Debby Downer right now. Don’t get me wrong I want their marriage to last and I believe it will. Whenever you find the right person or your soul mate I guess you simple deal with everything and work through your differences. (Obviously I am nowhere close to marrying anyone yet, lol)
Back to the wedding celebration. The church in St. Joe was gorgeous, it didn’t need any flowers or decorations because it was so beautiful. If I was to get married in a church that would be the kind I want. The color pallet was cream with a pattern in a silverfish-gold color. There was an intricate picture of Jesus with two children made out of stained class over the alter which was recessed back behind the alter. There were traditional pews with high ceilings and a phenomenal old organ made out of copper pipes. They didn’t play it but just simply seeing it was great.
The woman preacher who married them was a riot, very untraditional. She spoke from the heart and improvised. She didn’t read monotonously from a script standing behind the alter. She walked around, she involved the members of the wedding party, and even equated the song of songs to a romance novel. The 300 people in attendance were actually laughing at what she was saying. It kept everyone awake, even the woman in the pew in front of us who turned and literally grabbed the program out of Evan’s hands. When that happened Evan and I just looked at each other and tired not to laugh. Better yet she was sitting next to a girl who was wearing in appropriate undergarments for her dress leaving little to the imagination if you know what I mean.
The reception was really fun, even though I knew no one beside the bride and her family. That was almost better than knowing just a couple people because when you don’t know anyone you aren’t worried about embarrassing yourself. I have to admit Evan and I tore up the dance floor. He got to dance with the cougar in the green dress with black gloves and I got to dance with the guy in sunglasses. One of the funniest things was the cougar telling us how cool it was that we were skydivers. Note to anyone reading this (which is probably only Em) we don’t sky dive. But I guess according to the cougar we met her at the rehearsal dinner the night before where we entertained her with our professional sky diving stories. Evan and I didn’t feel the need to tell her anything different so we went along with it. I think the open bar made us more believable.
Good times…Meg
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