So I just realized that I didn’t ever tell you people how the second wedding last week went. I know you all are waiting on the edge of your seats to hear, so here it is.
The second wedding was the one for one of my bestest friends, Juan. I have known Juan for many years, about 15 actually. He has been married once before and had a son with her. I wasn’t invited to that wedding, which I give Juan crap for a lot. I’m not saying I had to be invited, but since he didn’t invite anyone to that one… So this time I was very pleased when he told me the date and handed me an invitation. We talked more about it, and since it wasn’t the first marriage for him or Blasa (his now wife) they weren’t going to have groomsmen or bridesmaids or any lines at all. I teased him about how it was an accomplishment that I was invited…kind of like being nominated for an Oscar is enough for people. He got a kick out of it. So Saturday comes along and I am psyched about the wedding. I get there a little early and of course Juan is running around looking very nervous and excited. I sit down and he comes over to me and asks me to come with him. I figured he would need me to do something, but I had no idea what it was. We walk into the next room and he asks me to sign something. I asked what it was and the priest answered that it was the license. So I witnessed the marriage license. It was my first. I cried. Just kidding, I didn’t really cry.
The ceremony was short, sweet, and to the point. Juan and Blasa’s daughter stood between them the entire ceremony looking up at them and the priest. The reception was nice, I couldn’t stay long because my mom and sister were not feeling very good, so I had to drive them home.
I’m so happy for Juan and Blasa and I wish them all the best.
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