Lauren & Troy Part II

So Lauren and Troy’s wedding ceremony was taking place in this tiny little church in the middle of nowhere (only 5 minutes from my parent’s house!) literally across the street from a farm with silos and the whole nine yards. The preacher (not a priest, so I don’t know the exact title) was an energetic little man who told little jokes and flashed the peace symbol (or V for victory?) after each joke. He immediately took a liking to N. at the rehearsal, and proceeded to chat with him up until N. said he’d gone to Columbia - then it was all over - reverse-snobbery. Obviously if you went to an ivy league school you have no time for “the salt of the earth.”

And after that it was pretty much smooth sailing. The wedding went largely without incident. A good time was had by all, so to speak. Ten minutes before showtime I waited calmly with the other bridesmaids, as they recalled a more hectic wedding. They also recalled Lauren’s childhood plan for bridesmaid’s dresses – hot pink with neon orange tights and large floppy hats. We were all grateful that Lauren had instead chosen more reasonably long powder-blue dresses with see-through Ren-fair-esque sleeves. The dresses were sewn by my friend Robin, who shocked us all by being at once an excellent seamstress and also suddenly 6 months pregnant!

At the wedding and the reception I met a large number of old friends and classmates who I hadn’t seen in years and years, including but not limited to Beth, my second-grade-best friend who I hadn’t seen since about 3rd grade. I was weirded out by the large number of former classmates who were now either married or pregnant or both. Weirder still was to see the child of my former drum major, who was born in 1994 or 1995 and I hadn’t seen since. That child is now eight years old!!! Good god!

The wedding reception was at a restaurant that had a private room in the back, with a little dance floor. I was disappointed to learn that sitting at the head table with the wedding party is not all glamour and excitement. Instead, it was awkward and lonely, as I really couldn't talk to anyone from that position. After dinner the wedding party quickly dissipated into the crowd. The bar was thankfully an open bar, at least until 8pm.

The DJ was as disappointing as all wedding DJ’s, playing the normal horrible roster of songs barely updated since 1986. On the playlist were the god-awful “Chicken Dance,” “The Macarena” and “The La Bumba”. The few songs that Lauren and Troy had actually picked out were good, but everything else was almost unbearably cheesy wedding fare. Lauren made us dance a polka, even though no one knew how to polka.

Rebecca recalled a wedding where the bride had given the DJ two lists, one of acceptable songs and one of “forbidden” songs – and the DJ had confused the lists. At first the bride didn’t know this, and proceeded to stalk down whoever had “requested” November Rain in order to kill them.

I want the song from the end of Otaku No Video played at my wedding:

It’s called “Otaku no Mayoimichi” (The Lost Way of the Otaku):

[an excerpt:]

Near Makuhari, where the snow
is falling, I walk around with you.
Even the cold breeze
feels gentle.

You, with your dazzling smile,
your Char costume-play is
wonderful too.
Hold me tight, just like Lalah.

I love you.
I love you so much.
Let’s spend the night in line.
Anime is the best.
It’s the shining memory
of our youth.
We’ll always be together.
An endless hope that connects
even our dreams together.
We’ll set our sights on working
in the industry.
Oh, a fully satisfied life.

The Lost Way of Otaku.

(lyrics by Kana Yoshimi, music by Tanaka Koohei).

Comments Individual Archive Index

May 20, 2003 12:58 PM, Rick said:

You don't even know the relationship between Char and Lalah, since you still haven't watched my Gundam films.

May 20, 2003 03:35 PM, Agnieszka said:

"Let's spend the night in line" is wonderful. It would work for big music geeks too.

May 20, 2003 08:19 PM, Kari said:

I love that it includes that you have kinky roleplaying sex. I refuse to acknowledge any other meanings for the term costume-play.

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