Wedding Blog: The Big Day - Aftermath
Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:48 am
We finally packed up and headed back to the hotel. We had to leave behind the large bouquets that were originally part of the patio decor, before everything was forced inside by the storm. There was no room in the cars to get them home. Most of the other flowers managed to fit. We did take a centerpiece, and HS's GF took another. This had been her very first wedding, and she was surprised to learn that you could take them. I believe that most of them did find happy homes. The pineapple was pretty good, too. The remaining food, sad to say, had to be tossed. I still don't know the reasons, but they wouldn't even let us take some home. Nothing leaves the premises, was the rule. I suspect liability issues were to blame, or maybe even the town's victualer regulations. It was still a shame.
I happened to look at my cellphone when we reached the hotel. There was a message. Who the heck called me? I had just been with everyone who might. I dialed up voice mail and listened. It's some woman from the rabbi's temple, or, as the caller related, his former temple. She was responding to my own voice mail message to the rabbi from two weeks before, when I was trying to contact him about getting the copy of the ceremony and the procession order. Apparently he had left that temple and no one had checked his phone for messages until now. The caller said she hoped I had gotten hold of him (I had. Nice of her to say that, since my message stated that the wedding was TODAY!). I had to laugh at the call's bizarre timing, though; 8 PM, after the entire event was over. It seemed a bit late to be getting back to me about this, or even to have bothered. But I wondered if the rabbi left voluntarily or not. If he had been fired, or had wanted to renew his contract and the congregation didn't, that might have made him a bit out of sorts and explain why he was seemingly upset with BD when they spoke.
So we crashed in the hotel room, GW, her BFF and I drinking the bottle of proseco we had purchased for use at this time. BFF, though, had a gift for GW. Some spa creams for her feet. I have a wonderful shot of BFF massaging it into GW's tootsies. There's also a photo of GW's goddaughter sprawled on the sofa in our hotel room, looking as beat as we felt. She's holding a glass as well, but her's had sparkling apple cider in it. We came prepared.
I happened to look at my cellphone when we reached the hotel. There was a message. Who the heck called me? I had just been with everyone who might. I dialed up voice mail and listened. It's some woman from the rabbi's temple, or, as the caller related, his former temple. She was responding to my own voice mail message to the rabbi from two weeks before, when I was trying to contact him about getting the copy of the ceremony and the procession order. Apparently he had left that temple and no one had checked his phone for messages until now. The caller said she hoped I had gotten hold of him (I had. Nice of her to say that, since my message stated that the wedding was TODAY!). I had to laugh at the call's bizarre timing, though; 8 PM, after the entire event was over. It seemed a bit late to be getting back to me about this, or even to have bothered. But I wondered if the rabbi left voluntarily or not. If he had been fired, or had wanted to renew his contract and the congregation didn't, that might have made him a bit out of sorts and explain why he was seemingly upset with BD when they spoke.
So we crashed in the hotel room, GW, her BFF and I drinking the bottle of proseco we had purchased for use at this time. BFF, though, had a gift for GW. Some spa creams for her feet. I have a wonderful shot of BFF massaging it into GW's tootsies. There's also a photo of GW's goddaughter sprawled on the sofa in our hotel room, looking as beat as we felt. She's holding a glass as well, but her's had sparkling apple cider in it. We came prepared.