The way I felt and the things I wrote last Saturday night were no reflection on the wedding and the guests themselves. Rather it was stuff that has been going on in my life for quite a while and I, as usual, was letting it get to me.
I thought the wedding was beautiful, from the bride’s dress (especially the train!) to the dalmatics worn by pastors Braaten and Grobien. And don’t forget the lovely couple! I’m very happy for them both.
I realize that the guests meant no harm by the compliments they paid me regarding the cake. It’s just that I had no desire to receive any sort of special attention at DoReana and Sam’s wedding. Doubtless the only way I could have avoided it would have been not coming to the reception at all. I don’t blame the person at the microphone, but I could have died when it was announced that I had made the cake.
This was all a lot like Zach’s graduation party, except on a much larger scale… My overly loyal readers know that I wasn’t thrilled about that (Zach’s party) either in this regard.
About the “ not inviting myself” thing… I do not intend to virtually jab any post-wedding reception party hosts. I’m far from being in the “in” crowd of older MHers and HTers so I would not have expected to be invited to any potential get-togethers. I’m pretty much resigned to that and I honestly don’t hold it against them as a whole. It may be that there was some sort of miscommunication, but it’s perhaps for the best that we didn’t go. A crowd of little kids who are overly tired (one of which [whom?] had turned 10 on that day) isn’t always the best thing to contribute to a party.
That is all, for the SAT stuff is calling.
