Mawwage

My almost-cold is fraying my patience today, enough that I'm taking a break from the phone and building a computer for someone. I'm also talking about my weekend.

I broke the trip home into two sections: one shot down to my aunts in Rivervale, then traveling in her car (w/ my cousin Paul) the rest of the way to York, my cousin Christine and her husband following us.  She is a photographer and he is an electrician (both can be found in IMDB with a few dozen films to their name), and they were doing the pictuers for my sister's wedding as their gift.  We spent sometime at St. Patrick's while they took light readings and scoped out the best places for pictures.  St. Patrick's is an impressive church, with the kind of beauty and architecture that can really inspire you.  We traveled over to the reception hall afterewards to help prepare for the next day.  Everyone was running around frantically, but remaining in good spirits.  I admit, that I wasn't impressed with my first view of her husband to be, and was saddened that I was cutting up cheap plastic tablecloths to use as decorations.  She couldn't even afford real linen?  I was sad and a trifle embarassed, and then angry at myself for being so judgemental.  It's her wedding, her husband, her that's paying for it, so shut the hell up and cut fabric and move chairs and smile, dammit.  And so I did.

( The Wedding Itself )