On
Saturday, my wife and I went to the wedding of our former roommate. It was a
lovely wedding that took place at a beautiful historical building. The ceremony
itself was outside, and the weather was absolutely perfect (although, we did
end up sitting next to someone) and the reception and dance were held inside
one of the estate’s buildings.
Weddings
are always interesting to go to, particularly when you get to the reception,
because you never know who you’re going to know there or who you’ll be sitting
beside. I've been to three weddings in the past two years (not including mine)
and I've come to realise just how challenging it is to do a good job making a
seating plan (working on the plan for my own wedding helped with this, too).
The first
of the three weddings was a friends’ wedding, but it was a wedding for a friend
of both myself and my wife who we met through the theatre group my wife was a
part of for several years and that I was part of for a show. So, naturally, we
ended up at the “theatre friends’ table”, full of people we knew.
The second
wedding was my wife’s cousin’s. So, my wife and I knew a number of people, but
not that many. This time we were put at a table with my sister-in-law and her
boyfriend, as well as four people we never met before – cousins from the groom’s
side of the family. At first, we were surprised, until we started talking with
them. We then very quickly established that we were at the “geek” table
(wearing a chainmaille tie helps bring out that sort of thing) and I don’t
think any other table had as much fun as we did. The bride confirmed with us
later that it had been very intentional.
That brings
us up to this last wedding – a friend’s again, but a bit different this time.
It was a small wedding and we didn't know that many people there – we knew the
bride and groom (of course) and had met the groom’s parent’s and the bride’s
aunt and uncle a couple times. The only “guest” we knew well was the groom’s
cousin who we used to play Dungeons & Dragons with, but we couldn't be at
the same table as him because was the best man. The result was that we got
seated at the “Well... where else can we put them?” table. This is the table
that shows up at almost every wedding where awkward silences usually abound.
Not this
time, though. One of the other people at our table was the bride’s former
(horse) riding teacher. We started talking to her early on and found out that
her date had cancelled at the last minute and, as a result, she knew no one else
there. She and my wife bonded over their ADD (and, later, over their mutual
love of Supernatural), and we ended up chatting with her most of the night. We
said less than ten words to the others seated at our table, but talking to her
was a blast (she’s close to 60, teaches Zumba and has recently started
power-lifting. Wow!).
I guess it
goes to show that, even though the challenging art of seating arrangements
often results in a table of mismatched guests, that can end up being the funnest
to be at. Either that or my wife and I (both introverts) just happen to be the
life of the party.
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