The winter break is coming to a close; classes resume on Wednesday, and tomorrow I have to help score placement exams for some of our incoming students. But it has been a pleasant enough break, and I think I’m ready to face the new term — or I will be, once I try to find a place for a few more things in my office. In the meantime…
I had the pleasure of seeing several of my former students yesterday, as Clan Mondo made the trek to Real City for the marriage of my former student Sarah to her long-time Intended, Kiki. Coincidentally enough, the nuptials took place at a church of my own denomination, near where I typically shop for used media and Skyline chili.
The church’s architecture is quite contemporary — the pews are arranged in a fan shape around the chancel, with the organ and choir at the back of what we might think of as an apse. While I’m used to the more traditional “two deep files of pews and a central aisle” design, I think that the shallower ranks of pews might actually make for a more intimate congregational experience. The only stained glass is at the front, but the clear glass windows along the perimeter gave the room a very airy feel — in part because yesterday was the first really sunny day in what has seemed like weeks of clouds and rain.
But before that, we signed the guest register as I received the big razzoo from a former student whose own wedding I had missed last year. Historically, I haven’t gone to student weddings — it would be far too easy to be booked every weekend, but the combination of winter break and geographic convenience made this one irresistible. All the same, it was great to see several of the kids I’ve taught, who are making their ways through life as teachers, grad students, and in one case, as the editor of my community newspaper. As the Who said, the kids are alright (although I would have preferred them to say that the kids are all right.).
The Mondos got settled in just before the prelude began, with selections including two hymns I’ve heard at my family’s funerals. While I noticed that, of course, I thought it was nice to hear them in a joyous setting again. The wedding party entered to the familiar strains of Pachelbel — the women attendants on Kiki’s side, and the men on Sarah’s. Sarah entered next, followed by Kiki. Both brides wore white and were accompanied by their fathers.
The church’s minister served as officiant, and during her homily mentioned that the wedding was taking place on her own fifteenth anniversary. She also noted that Sarah and Kiki took particular joy in their marriage, because they had spent much of their relationship wondering if they would ever have that opportunity. I often wish that people get what they want, and that they still want it when they get it. I don’t often get to see that fulfilled, but I did yesterday afternoon, and it was lovely. The scripture readings were from the Song of Solomon and the Book of Ruth.
Both brides were nervous, and as Milton might say, “some natural tears were shed.” (Later, as I hugged the newlyweds in the receiving line, I told them that I had done the same at my wedding.) The entire experience was so sweet that I could have used an insulin shot on the way to the reception in the fellowship hall.
One of the features of the reception was popcorn, which tided the guests through the post-ceremony photography. Bags of popcorn were also distributed as souvenirs:
Eventually, the bridal party made their way in, and the celebration began to the strains of the Mamma Mia soundtrack. After a bit longer, we bid our adieux, and after a stop at the Spawn’s favorite restaurant, we headed back to Mondoville — a lovely ending to a lovely day. Good luck, ladies — and thanks for including us. And since this is 2019 and all things must be hashtagged, may you live #HappilyEverAmador.
In other news this week, I read Paul Myers’s bio of one of my favorite comedy troupes, The Kids in the Hall. Myers (whose brother Mike has made a bit of noise in the comemdy biz himself) does a nice job tracing the history not only of the troupe, but of the individual members’ backstories. It’s an authorized bio, so it may not be as gritty as some might like, but it does openly consider the interplay of personalities and egos that make the group what it is.
One part that I found of interest was the deep interconnection that KITH has with instro band Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet. Like most folks, I was introduced to the band through its work on the Kids’ TV show’s main theme and interstitial music. But it turns out that Kid Bruce McCulloch and two of the Shadowy Men have been friends since their youths in Calgary.
Indeed, the story of the Kids is rather like the story of a band (a point Myers makes several times along the way.) A good band may go through changes and conflict, and may even go on hiatus from time to time. But there’s still a synergy that happens when they come together — a comfort and understanding that makes the unit stronger than the sum of its parts. The book is worth a read.
And so what better way to wrap this entry up than with those abovementioned Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, and with their best known song? Even though I didn’t have an average weekend, there’s something to be said for them.
See you soon!