Wedding Day

One of my hubby's nieces got married yesterday. It was an outdoor ceremony. I am sure they were grateful for a break in the hot weather we had all week. 90 degrees in a wedding dress wouldn't be much fun.

From the ceremony, we drove into Battle Creek to the Heritage Dome for the reception. This is a unique old building. The second floor was once a bank. It was designed a lot like a cathedral. You got to the second floor by riding either an elevator or an escalator. This was a cheap thrill for my country kids. They have had a few opportunities to ride an elevator and even fewer to checkout an escalator.

The reception area wasn't open yet when we got there, and so we stood in the lobby with all the other guests. Soon all three of my crew needed a bathroom. Grandpa Bob and two aunts all did as well. We were told by the gentleman in the lobby that we could go to the basement. So we piled onto the elevator and headed down one level to the basement. As the doors opened, I had thoughts of a scene from a black and white scary movie. We wandered down a poorly lit hallway, looking for the bathroom. The only doors we found were storage rooms and a janitors closet. Which one was the boogie man going to jump out from?? Then we heard grandpa say he found it. Only the men's room was unlocked, so we played guard the door for each other.

With three of hubby's sisters, his brother, parents and all the kids, our group totaled 15. That is a small gathering of his immediate family. Typical Christmas numbers run close to 30, and with the kid generation starting to bring dates and get married, the numbers are climbing. Somehow, hubby and I ended up at the "kids table". Probably because three of the kids belonged to us. The patience level was tested on these hungry kids. Each table had a number, and they drew numbers out of the hat to determine who would go next. To kill time, we gave the kids single lines from Disney movies to see who could guess the right one first. They kept getting hungrier.....and hungrier......and, well you get the idea. Just before our table got to go, they had resorted to trying to balance the dinner knives on their foreheads and see who could hang a spoon off their noses. When our number was finally called, there were only 6 other tables left. They got fed, that was what mattered.

The cake was cut, the garter and bouquet were thrown. The couple had their first dance....and the music started getting loud. We decided that was a good time to head out. So with a couple trips up and down the escalator for the thrill of it, we called it a night.

Congratulations Kristine and Jason!!!!