The flight in was nice on Southwest. I didn’t meet anyone on the plane, but I did get some reading done. My friend Gus picked me up and we went out to dinner for his birthday the day before at Uno’s. We got in a good chat then he came back to my dad’s for a chat with me and my sister, whom he used to be engaged to. That was the first night of my homecoming.
The next day I had breakfast with the family and then later in the day went with my sister to see my cousin’s large and lavish new home he and his fiancée had bought the year before. All of this made for good conversation with my sister for our ride out to Cape Cod where our dad was to be wed.
Mostly, though, our conversation rested on her up and coming travels abroad and my travels here in the States. She had decided to grab her bike and go to South East Asia gallivanting around to see the worldliness of other cultures. We talked at length about her fears of traveling and my own fears that I had before setting out and the reality that came of them.
Anyway, she and I spent lots of quality time together that whole weekend which was surrounded in confusion and disarray. My dad is the one whom I get much of my interest for the day to day workings of people and the lack of need to schedule and be timely to places. This is countered by my mom’s organization and budgeting skills that have emerged in me at long last. Either way, the wedding was a very thrown together, disorganized mess of last minute notifications that people were doing this or that in the midst of the ceremony that would be having no rehearsal. Much of the actually wedding day was based on faith that the weather would hold and people would be fine with us taking over part of the beach. Most people would stress themselves silly over such lack of planning for such a big event, but my family (thought some grumbling was thrown in for good measure and good humor) pretty much has not only grown accustomed to things being that way, but in fact love it.
The wedding turned out wonderfully. My sister and I discovered there was going to be a limo so we got some balloons and employed our cousins to decorate it. The day itself was in fact cloudy, and rain was forecast, but an hour before the ceremony the sun popped out beautifully, and the people on the beach not only didn’t mind but gave a full applause when he kissed the bride. As for the bride’s entrance, my sister and I followed the Pastor singing the bridal song and debated intermittently if we had the right song or if that was actually the graduation song. It turned out we had the right one, but mid-song debates have a history with my sister and I, big deal ceremony or no. Either way, it was all very laid back, very relaxed feeling, and all was well in the end. Just goes to further the point that less stress makes for a better time and it will all be okay so we should relax.
That was the wedding. The rest of the weekend I got some really good talks in with my sister, my aunt and cousin, and my dad. Before I left on Wednesday he and I went out to breakfast alone and finally got a good visit in. I drove then to my aunt’s house and she drove me to the airport and off I went again, back to my quest.