Jason got to spend a whole three hours at home on Friday afternoon. In the last two weeks he’s been in three countries, four states and the District of Columbia. In an unexpected but not unwelcome turn of events he realized on Thursday night before flying home that I had convinced him to leave his keys in case I got locked out (so maybe the logic isn’t quite there…) and thus I headed out of work early to meet him and let him into the apartment. Darn. We had pizza and chocolate chip cookies, after which Jason unpacked his bag and packed it up again and we headed out, New Jersey-bound for Mike and Jill’s wedding!
I almost never drive when we road trip, but since Jason was reeling from all his time-zone-crossing of the last week, I bravely took on the task. We left at 7:30 pm and, surprisingly, hit no traffic. He fell asleep around 9:30 with his noise-canceling headphones on, so I cranked up the Arcade Fire and worked my way through a pack of gum down the Garden State Parkway. I was really blessed to be able to stay awake, since ordinarily I am only lucid after 10 pm if Jason’s away and I’m binge-watching Netflix. I pulled into the Marriott parking lot at 11:54 pm.
The next morning we had breakfast at the hotel, then headed over for the 11 am ceremony. We were nervous about being late, but almost no one was there when we rolled in. We mingled around the champagne station for a while, slightly worried we were not where we were supposed to be. Fortunately the hotel shuttle (from the official hotel, which I had tried to book too late, hence our stay at the nearby Marriott) rolled in around 11:25, along with all the wedding guests. Whew. The staff herded us out to the garden for the ceremony.
Thankfully we didn’t have to sit outside too long, though, because it was mighty hot! Jason was more than a little worried about a sunburned head and I thought elbow-length sleeves might give me an even weirder farmer tan than the one I am sporting now.
The ceremony was very nice. The flower girls were especially adorable, though one of them burst into tears after their petal-strewing was over. I also liked that the officiant was one their friends (who happened to be wearing the same shirt/tie/suit combination as Jason).
After the ceremony we were directed to the cocktail hour, which featured enough food to count as lunch. Seriously. It was insane. We ate enough from the cold plates table to fill us up, forgoing the pasta and meatballs station, custom mashed potatoes table, and wine-and-cheese pairings. There may have been other food displays that escaped our notice as we were too busy pounding passed chicken dumplings and cheese calzones. Also, there was an ice sculpture.
Probably the most mind-blowing moment of the reception was at the end, when the emcee announced a special video presentation. I assumed it would be more slideshows. Nay, it was a lovely recap of the wedding day, including the cutting of the cake, which had happened approximately eight minutes earlier! As a film major, I was mightily impressed, and assume somebody in a room somewhere was giving herself carpal tunnel editing that thing so quickly. Well played, Estate at Florentine Gardens.
We change and I ate some popcorn and we headed over to the hotel where everyone else was staying and whiled away the evening by the pool. After this experience, I’m a fan of the morning wedding/afternoon reception model. It was nice to get home at a decent hour and have time to relax with everyone who was in town for the festivities.
Jason and I went back to our hotel when it got dark and he did some church work while I curled up in the bed and slept.
Jason is lucky to have a great group of friends from high school. They are all successful and funny, and they have always been kind and welcoming to me, even when it may have been a little weird that we got married so early. We always look forward to seeing them when we can while up in Connecticut. Jason’s lucky (and so am I) to have them.
Jason didn’t end up getting released, but it was good that got back for church. We had pizza for dinner, then unpacked (again) and talked to Jason’s parents and uncle and aunt. Oh, and we ate some chocolate chip cookies. I’m so glad to have Jason home again (for a couple weeks).