Waiting for Chip’s Wedding
Cow Hollow, Union and Steiner across from St. Mary the Virgin Episcopal. I don’t know who designed it but it is a full craftsman with more than a little Julia Morgan.
The sun is shining on this wedding day for Chip and John. As is not unusual for members of the Volti family, the usual suspects are gathered in the church for rehearsal and I, being the bass’s chick, am sitting in a nice cafe across the street from the church. Chip and John have been together for over 10 years and it is well over about time that they made it legal. Theirs will be the first same sex wedding in this lovely place where Chip is choir director. I just saw two more wedding guests arrive at this cafe. They are both in tartans, one in a kilt. Chip offered tartans to those without and I realized that I don’t have one. I remember looking at a Buchanan shawl in Inverness, but didn’t get it. Chip’s family is old, Highland and very posh. I, an attenuated daughter of the middle border, was welcome.
More about the wedding later, once I’ve seen it go down.
This seems a good point to ask my friends and relations of the more conservative bent what they have against “mawwage”. What about Chip & John is a problem? They are standing up in front of God and this company and making the promises we all make. “To have and to hold, forsaking all others from this day forward, as long as we both may live.” Nobody laughed when they endowed each other with all their worldly goods. (They did at our wedding because everyone knew we didn’t have a cent.) How do the promises made by these good men and true diminish my marriage? I simply don’t understand.
Back to the wedding. St. Mary’s is a small sanctuary, no more than 300 pew seats. I am so glad that no one called the fire department because the place was packed. I ended up standing behind the back right pew. The dear girl standing next to me and singing in a nice clear mezzo
shared the hymnal. She also lent me her Buchanan tartan shawl so I could hold high the Scottish flag. (I’ve got to get my own tartan shawl.) Volti sang, Bob Geary conducted, I could see Philip and all was right with the world. The only time I could see the happy couple was when the Rector preached the short, lovely homely. The acoustics were a little muddy because of the crowd and the wooden church interior. It all went off without a hitch. The reception was real Baptist, red velvet cake, hot cider, sparkling cider and champagne (well, maybe not so Baptist). Just lovely.
I love weddings
I love happy endings
Cow Hollow, Union and Steiner across from St. Mary the Virgin Episcopal. I don’t know who designed it but it is a full craftsman with more than a little Julia Morgan.
The sun is shining on this wedding day for Chip and John. As is not unusual for members of the Volti family, the usual suspects are gathered in the church for rehearsal and I, being the bass’s chick, am sitting in a nice cafe across the street from the church. Chip and John have been together for over 10 years and it is well over about time that they made it legal. Theirs will be the first same sex wedding in this lovely place where Chip is choir director. I just saw two more wedding guests arrive at this cafe. They are both in tartans, one in a kilt. Chip offered tartans to those without and I realized that I don’t have one. I remember looking at a Buchanan shawl in Inverness, but didn’t get it. Chip’s family is old, Highland and very posh. I, an attenuated daughter of the middle border, was welcome.
More about the wedding later, once I’ve seen it go down.
This seems a good point to ask my friends and relations of the more conservative bent what they have against “mawwage”. What about Chip & John is a problem? They are standing up in front of God and this company and making the promises we all make. “To have and to hold, forsaking all others from this day forward, as long as we both may live.” Nobody laughed when they endowed each other with all their worldly goods. (They did at our wedding because everyone knew we didn’t have a cent.) How do the promises made by these good men and true diminish my marriage? I simply don’t understand.
Back to the wedding. St. Mary’s is a small sanctuary, no more than 300 pew seats. I am so glad that no one called the fire department because the place was packed. I ended up standing behind the back right pew. The dear girl standing next to me and singing in a nice clear mezzo
shared the hymnal. She also lent me her Buchanan tartan shawl so I could hold high the Scottish flag. (I’ve got to get my own tartan shawl.) Volti sang, Bob Geary conducted, I could see Philip and all was right with the world. The only time I could see the happy couple was when the Rector preached the short, lovely homely. The acoustics were a little muddy because of the crowd and the wooden church interior. It all went off without a hitch. The reception was real Baptist, red velvet cake, hot cider, sparkling cider and champagne (well, maybe not so Baptist). Just lovely.
I love weddings
I love happy endings
