I always love weddings, but I have to say that Victoria's was more fun than any I've been to in a long while. For one thing, the bride and groom did an aggressive job of introducing and integrating their many disparate groups of friends and relatives; for another, the setting and weather were gorgeous; and for a third, I suppose that I--being single for the first time in years--was socializing rather more thoroughly with the guests than I otherwise might have been. (All of a sudden, I recalled just why those weddings that I went to when I was 24 and 25 were so damn much fun.)
But part of the good times was surely thanks to the fact that the bride and groom are just Way More Glamorous Than You or I or Anyone We Know. (They are also, in the case of the bride, thinner than anyone we know.) Their guests included large numbers of Egyptians, Brits, Canadians, and other International Persons of Mystery; academics, art dealers, wine-store managers--and most of them smart, interesting, and hilarious. The events surrounding the wedding also went on and on, beginning days before and ending days later and featuring picnics and boat cruises, dining and drinking.
And that's the other reason that I love weddings: the illusion that such a convivial, fancy-dress version of life might always be within one’s reach.
Victoria's engagement ring--it's a seal-stone from Persia, dating back to about the seventh century. The image is a wild boar.
Victoria and me, at the garden reception the day before the wedding:*
The couple during the ceremony (the image is blurry and non-representative enough that I'm leaving the faces otherwise unobscured):
Just after we all arrived at the reception site--a gorgeous, 1930s deco museum set in an arboretum--a blue heron flew by and settled himseld in a nearby tree. It's hard to tell how big he is, but seriously: he was big.
Victoria and the Mancunian, this time obscuring their own faces:
Victoria and me at the reception. I wish I had a full-length photo of my dress, shoes, etc., but trust me when I say that the outfit was beyond fabulous (as, of course, was the bride's).
*Photos of persons will self-destruct relatively soon; the others will remain up. ETA: Sorry to those who missed them!