Thursday, June 4, 2009
Happy Anniversary, Wifey . . .
Four years ago today Joy, myself and 125 family and friends met up in Lodi, New York to see the greatest wedding in the history of men named Sean getting married to women named Joy in the town of Lodi, New York followed by a reception at the Ginny Lee at Wagner Vineyards down the street.
Here, for those who were not (and those who WERE) with us, are my 10 favorite moments of my wedding day (in no particular and order) . . .
10 - Stopping to get gas after our reception and having the guy in the convenience store (Joy and I were both thirsty) ask me why I was so "dressed up" and, upon me telling him I had JUST gotten married he looked at me and said, simply "Sorry to hear that, guy."
9 - Seeing Joy show up in the back of the church and knowing that I was about to become a married man and having this wave of emotion come over me that did not go away until shortly after the ceremony ended (those who witnessed our nuptials could clarify that I cried the ENTIRE time).
8 - Being thankful that we hired two buses to drive our wedding guests to and from our "official" hotel so I could demand that one of the buses turn around to return to the hotel and get the CD of the music Joy's friend Juli Buli (spelled incorrectly on purpose) was going to sing to during the ceremony.
7 - Watching almost all of Joy's male friends fawn over my then-boss Richard's date to the wedding. And hearing the stories of her general lunacy later on that same evening. She might have been my favorite wedding guest. No offense to the 124 of you who I enjoyed the company of for the RIGHT reasons.
6 - Shopping for drinks for the buses the morning of my wedding, bumping in to my mother's cousin, Aunt Vie/Elvira, and having her ask me why I was "alone" on my wedding day and realizing that - a few hours from that moment - I would always have to, at least internally, justify being "alone" if I ever bumped in to friends and family again. It was a reassuring rush of panic.
5 - Hearing that Heidi Corcoran was so drunk she got hauled home from the reception early and being proud that at least ONE person at our wedding had that much fun. It is the "party guy" in me. That sick sense of "pride" will never leave me. Sorry, adult sensibilities.
4 - Eating McDonald's with Joy at 2:00 AM the morning of our wedding (we technically ate the food the night/morning going in and the night/morning after our reception so "morning of" can go either way). Simple pleasures, simple minds.
3 - Sitting with Patrick, Joyell, Ryan, Theresa, Jess and Tim at the vineyard before the wedding and just having some wine and beer to relax. It was the first and last time I just sat the entire day. It was wonderful.
2 - Dancing with my mother at the reception and then clearing the floor so my cousin, Nathan, could show it ALL how it is really "done." I'm talking back flips and "the worm" in one, fluid, thrilling motion. Go on with your bad self!
1 - Being greeted in the lobby of the hotel by a frantic Tom Kelly who insisted that my father's side of the family had stolen his case of wine he bought at the vineyard and him insisting that I help him hunt it down. I dumped him off on my brothers. Co-Best Men indeed!
I love you, Joy. Thanks for being my wife and my everything! I look forward to the next 444 years of our wedded bliss . . . and beyond!