July 24, 2003 - 8:58 PM

Phil's Wedding: Two Weeks Later

It's been almost two weeks since my brother's wedding. I got a call from him this morning around 10:30 PST (halfway into my 8 hour sleep cycle); he and Jen (the wife, my new sister) had arrived in Maryland the night before from their honeymoon in Spain. They're going to be spending the next few days at home in Aberdeen, MD with our parents, then they are attending a wedding in Philly on Saturday before returning to their own home in Boston.

Phil gave me a brief rundown of the honeymoon, the places they went, the swanky stuff they did. We talked about baseball, roto activities (i've been managing two of his teams while he's been away and doing an ok job of it), the online photo/slideshow that the wedding photographer put up yesterday. The photog did a nice job of setting the slideshow to a Jewel song (I don't know if that was just a generic choice or what).

The wedding (held in Simsbury, CT) was one of the best times of my life. I'd been wanting Phil to see all these family members that I've been fortunate to get to know pretty well since I moved out here (L.A.) two years ago, and this finally was the chance for that to happen. Heh. Our family. I think they deserve a seperate diary entry to explain THEM. Probably several. I know that Tony needs one all to himself.

But he got to meet them, many of whom he hadn't been exposed to in close to 15 years. And he seemed to enjoy the hell out of them.

I had a strange, good time hanging out with the other groomsmen (high school and college friends of Phil's); although I think there was enough testosterone bandied about to last me a good long while.

The wedding ceremony was nerve-wracking and beautiful, and I cried when they pledged themselves to each other and exchanged vows. It was more just a tear-duct dribble mixed with some nasal snuffling as I realized the import, the weight, the significance of the words that they were speaking. After we had processed out, and I thought that I was going to be ok, however, it got worse. Phil hugged me and asked me if I was ok, and something happened. Just that question caused my face to let loose the waterworks. Yet it was a strange cry for me, not the usual cry when I'm sad that causes my facial muscles to hurt and my chest to gasp and my body to be drained of energy; I was crying without pain, without weakness. This cry defied my logical brain- I couldn't control it. I was thinking "yeah, I'm ok", in fact I was confident of that fact, but I was bawling nonetheless. It took a couple of minutes of breathing deeply for me to pull myself together, and then it was on to the reception. Now THAT was a good time.

I think I'll post my Best Man's speech in the near future here. After all, I did promise a transcript of it. I'm rather proud that I was able to pull it off without any problems such as wetting my pants or running from the room screaming.

And this ends my first entry. Snazzy.

Now Listening To : Erasure-Wonderland.
Random Thought : Hey! You! Sign up for my notify list!

What I Just Wrote Before - What I'm About to Write

The Five Most Recent Entries

Here's a hand-picked playlist of 40-plus songs for you to listen to: