More Wedding Stuff

I'm writing this from 39,000 feet. We're on our way back to Chicago after a week (for me) and three weeks (for Kel) in Boston. So much to write about. It is a little bit hard to believe that after all this time and effort, the wedding is all over. We'll probably be talking about it for months (or years).

First, the weather. I think we had about 10 days straight of rain starting the week before the wedding and ending two days after. The day of the wedding we had something like 6 inches of rain in parts of the Boston area. There was flooding in several surrounding towns, thankfully, we didn't have flooding in Cambridge. The rain didn't dampen our spirits at all, although it did make transportation to the church somewhat difficult. If anything, the rain was more of an inconvenience to our out-of-town guests who probably didn't sight see as much as they would have otherwise. Oh well, it is the risk you run when you plan a New England fall wedding.

It turned out to be a good idea to have all the wedding events at either Harvard Square (wedding ceremony) or Kendall Square (rehearsal dinner, reception, and Saturday brunch), so that guests could take advantage of the convenience of the Red Line subway nearby and not have to walk too much in the rain. So many guests came up to us and said that we were brilliant for planning it the way we did.

So while we (groomsmen and I) were waiting for the bridal party to show up, we chatted with Reverend Mark Edington in one of the back rooms. Fascinating guy to talk to. He apparently worked at a foreign policy think tank in D.C. before going to Harvard Divinity School. He worked on terrorism for several years and recommended greater interagency communication several years before 9/11. We were chatting away amiably as the 1:30 PM start time came and went. The sexton came in to tell us that Kelly was there but that the bridesmaids and flower girls were nowhere to be seen. It turned out that the limo driving them got lost and drove around Harvard Square in circles until Catharine (my 8-year-old niece) noticed they had passed the same point twice. We eventually started about 2:10 PM and the rest is a blur to me. I remember being happy that the ceremony was over as Kelly and I walked out of the sanctuary.

-Brian