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nuptuals
Saturday night we went to the wedding of our friends Michael Daggs and Kelley Wilt. It was at the Stimson-Green Mansion here in Seattle which turned out to be one of the most beautiful homes from the turn of the century that I have ever been in.
Saturday evening was clear and warm and they could not have asked for a nicer day for their wedding. We had gone to Sears to buy me some slacks earlier in the day since I haven't owned any for a few years now and we both wore ties. We were a little horrified when we walked up to the entrance and everyone we could see was in a black suit or or black dress. The invitation hadn't specified that level of dressing up. Fortunately, once we got inside we realized we were dressed just about right (and the lesbians that arrived right after us had worn what I hope were their special-occasion Gortex vests, so we looked really good by comparison anyway....) It would have been nice to have worn sport coats though since most of the other men did. Of course, we would have had to buy them first.
In any case, a server came by with a tray full of Manhattans, Cosmopolitans, and Champagne Cocktails so we stopped feeling self-conscious in fairly short order.
The mansion is gorgeous. The entry hall is all woodwork and gilt, hand-painted wallpaper, but the whole place is a generation after the incredibly fussy victorian mansions so it simply feels elegant rather than completely out of time.
The grooms cleaned up very nicely and wore matching black suits with red roses at the lapel. The ceremony itself was held in the mansions' living room and was short and heartfelt. Their groomsmen stood behind them, and their parents were close by. Their vows spoke of friendship, trust, and forever.
There had been trays of hors d'œuvre and little cups of soup offered in the hour leading up to the ceremony, but we had not been able to eat any of it, so we were really looking forward to dinner. Mike and Kelley were smart and set themselves up at the entrance to the dinning room so they go to hug everyone on their way to get dinner. It was a really nice way to do the receiving line.
Dinner itself was a huge spread. There was a halibut in cream sauce, prosciutto wrapped roasted chicken, pecan crusted pork loin, a gigantic bowl of rice, tons of roasted vegetables and a whole bunch of other stuff that I didn't really focus on because it was contained either wheat or dairy. Somehow we managed to be classy and not go back to load up our plates a second time. It was a close thing though.
After dinner we got a couple glasses of wine and wandered about visiting. The women from Michael's Plus class had been invited too, so we hung out with them, and very friendly acquaintance![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
artstache visited with us off and on throughout the evening.
There was one man I could not keep my eyes off of. He was a clone ofbjarvis (well, if Brian were ten years younger and ran marathons, but close enough...) and it was uncanny watching him. He moved like Brian, his smile was Brian's, the expression he got when someone said something stupid was Brian's. He didn't look like a relative of Brian's, he looked and moved like Brian from an alternate universe.
And no, the bar being hosted had nothing to do with it.
The staff came through with champagne for the toast so we gathered in the living room again for that, and then it was back to the dinning room where they cut the cake.
Dessert was the cake of course, but also tarts, dipped and frosted cookies, chocolate dipped strawberries, cheeses and fruits, filled meringues and trays bearing tall, thin glasses of port.
It finally dawned on us that the crowd was thinning out and we should make our goodbyes, and so we did.
It was a really, really wonderful event.
Saturday evening was clear and warm and they could not have asked for a nicer day for their wedding. We had gone to Sears to buy me some slacks earlier in the day since I haven't owned any for a few years now and we both wore ties. We were a little horrified when we walked up to the entrance and everyone we could see was in a black suit or or black dress. The invitation hadn't specified that level of dressing up. Fortunately, once we got inside we realized we were dressed just about right (and the lesbians that arrived right after us had worn what I hope were their special-occasion Gortex vests, so we looked really good by comparison anyway....) It would have been nice to have worn sport coats though since most of the other men did. Of course, we would have had to buy them first.
In any case, a server came by with a tray full of Manhattans, Cosmopolitans, and Champagne Cocktails so we stopped feeling self-conscious in fairly short order.
The mansion is gorgeous. The entry hall is all woodwork and gilt, hand-painted wallpaper, but the whole place is a generation after the incredibly fussy victorian mansions so it simply feels elegant rather than completely out of time.
The grooms cleaned up very nicely and wore matching black suits with red roses at the lapel. The ceremony itself was held in the mansions' living room and was short and heartfelt. Their groomsmen stood behind them, and their parents were close by. Their vows spoke of friendship, trust, and forever.
There had been trays of hors d'œuvre and little cups of soup offered in the hour leading up to the ceremony, but we had not been able to eat any of it, so we were really looking forward to dinner. Mike and Kelley were smart and set themselves up at the entrance to the dinning room so they go to hug everyone on their way to get dinner. It was a really nice way to do the receiving line.
Dinner itself was a huge spread. There was a halibut in cream sauce, prosciutto wrapped roasted chicken, pecan crusted pork loin, a gigantic bowl of rice, tons of roasted vegetables and a whole bunch of other stuff that I didn't really focus on because it was contained either wheat or dairy. Somehow we managed to be classy and not go back to load up our plates a second time. It was a close thing though.
After dinner we got a couple glasses of wine and wandered about visiting. The women from Michael's Plus class had been invited too, so we hung out with them, and very friendly acquaintance
artstache visited with us off and on throughout the evening. There was one man I could not keep my eyes off of. He was a clone of
bjarvis (well, if Brian were ten years younger and ran marathons, but close enough...) and it was uncanny watching him. He moved like Brian, his smile was Brian's, the expression he got when someone said something stupid was Brian's. He didn't look like a relative of Brian's, he looked and moved like Brian from an alternate universe. And no, the bar being hosted had nothing to do with it.
The staff came through with champagne for the toast so we gathered in the living room again for that, and then it was back to the dinning room where they cut the cake.
Dessert was the cake of course, but also tarts, dipped and frosted cookies, chocolate dipped strawberries, cheeses and fruits, filled meringues and trays bearing tall, thin glasses of port.
It finally dawned on us that the crowd was thinning out and we should make our goodbyes, and so we did.
It was a really, really wonderful event.
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Big hugs to both of you. Looking forward to getting at least a tiny bit of quality time with you in Cleveland...!
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We knew they would be perfect for each other when they started dating. We tease them that they are the only people we know who's sex life requires a props department and special effects coordinator.
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Did you say warm? In Seattle???? Hmmm...
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