Several years ago now, I walked into Tafe and started my Diploma in Community Services. And I remember this girl joining us a bit late, a girl who spoke of her passion for shoes. She said that even though she loves shoes she is often barefoot, and I decided that I like her. Now it could well be that the girl who said she liked shoes but didn’t really wear them often might not have been the girl I’m about to write about, which is the problem with having a memory that remembers words but not so much faces. But I think I got this one right.
Her name was, and is, Sally. I’ve written about her before, she’s the face behind The House of Damask and also A Little Bit Purry. After Tafe finished, it turned out that Sal and I had created a bit of a friendship that has stood the test of a relatively short time. She’s awesome and I love her guts. So it’s only fitting really, that I wish her every single happiness in all the world.
A couple of months ago, Sal came over for dinner. Her man friend doesn’t like food that is red. Or something like that, so when Sal comes for dinner I make food with red in it, specifically lasagne. Once, I sent her home with a full lasagne to cut up for lunches. Because that is what I do. Anyway anyway, Sal came over for dinner and asked me if I would play the ukulele at her wedding. And I agreed.
But first, the engagement party!
Sal and her beau, BriBri, had a might big surprise planned. How exciting! The engagement party was going to be the wedding! How brilliant is that!
Here’s my beloved and I at the party while it was still an engagement party:
And then Sal gestured to me and Beloved grabbed the ukulele and Sal magically turned into a bride and her gorgeous Pop walked her down a makeshift aisle and they held hands and I played Somewhere Over The Rainbow and her Pop walked proudly with his Sal’s hand held so tightly, with tears and love and it was just beautiful.
This is Sal and her Bri Bri getting married, and you can see Pop and Nan behind them, watching. And Pop and Nan are holding hands and helping each other through.
The thing about weddings, I’ve found, is that while they celebrate love and joy and happiness and all that crap, they also highlight the absent friends and family. But last night, there was a pressing in of love atmosphere, acknowledging the missing but using that acknowledgement to increase the love and support. Hearts were full.
Here’s something funny about this wedding (aside from the fact that it was meant to be an engagement party): I’d met a lot of the attendees, at Sal’s 30th. Which you might recall, was cat themed. And I dressed up as a cat in a kitty litter tray. Remember this?
Anyway, I spent a lot of the night being called “Oh, Kel! Kitty litter Kel!”, which is quite a strange thing to be known as.
We left after my beloved performed a particularly rousing rendition of Devil Went Down To Georgia, which is her signature karaoke hit. And somehow amongst all the dancing and the loving and the smiles and the hands and the laughter and the people, I wound up with the bridal bouquet, which is peculiar given that it isn’t legal for me to get married (yet), but it doesn’t matter. Because the point of all the hand holding and the loving and the dancing and the kitty litter and the surprising and the people and the laughter was love.