This wedding was becoming a big source of terror in my life for about a month... for a few reasons. The bride and I used to be best friends. Used to be being the important part of that sentence. We didn't speak for almost 6 years. And the music that I was singing was challenging music. And I haven't sung in a public setting in over 3 years. So, you can imagine my fear.
The singing went great, actually. My voice didn't crack... I wasn't flat... and I made people cry. That's always my goal... making people cry when I sing. It's a weird goal, but to me, that's the best compliment. Because I always cry when I think someone is amazing, and that's a big compliment from me. One of my friends said that she didn't like the rendition that I sang of Ave Maria because it was too fast... and it could have been. I'd never sang Ave Maria before, so I really don't have a concept of pacing. I thought it felt slow, actually. I like when songs feel like they're moving... it helps me breathe better.
The ceremony was beautiful. The bride looked gorgeous... and her son was waving at her throughout the entire ceremony. And when the priest pronounced that his parents were married, he said "YEAH YEAH YEAH!!" He's one. And awesome. The music was beautiful (and I'm not talking about the singing here.. I'm talking the accompaniment). Her friend played the guitar. Before the ceremony started, he played The Rainbow Connection, God Only Knows, In My Life, and Over the Rainbow (last minute addition). The bride walked down the aisle to I Will, and they left the church to I've Just Seen a Face followed by Let My Love Open the Door. I was dancing in the choir loft to Let My Love Open the Door.
At the ceremony... instead of signing a guestbook, we signed Home Plate. For serious. Their cake topper was a model of the couple in their wedding attire with Phillies jerseys overtop. We had rally towels with the date printed on it, and when the couple came in (after being announced like the starting lineup at a Phillies game) we all waved our rally towels. It was so cool. If you can't tell... the bride and groom are big Phillies phans. She told me that she was trying to hire the Phanatic to come to the wedding, but I guess that didn't happen.
We did have a really good time... I danced a lot. My whole body was sore the next day. The only downside to the whole day was that I was forced to sit at a table with people I severely dislike from high school. People who didn't bother to show up for the ceremony... barely said congratulations to the bride and groom... didn't dance... and wouldn't even say hello to me when they first showed up. As soon as they figured out they were sitting with me at dinner, they started sucking up real fast. They also MOVED MY STUFF so that they could sit closer to the bride. And they didn't even have cameras. But. Against my better judgement and lack of a filter, I was very polite... I didn't call then the four letter word I really wanted to... I didn't start a fight. I just put up a wall, spent my evening with the people who attended that I did like.
And then I went home and played my new Super Mario Brothers Wii game. Because I'm a big ol' nerd.