Before we knew it, Groovy 7 was kicking off the final song: the traditional New Orleans second line! I explained the second line a long time ago (and I also considered hiring a separate brass band to take this parade to the streets, but eventually decided it wasn’t worth the money/hassle), but it’s basically a big conga line with umbrellas and napkins to wrap up the reception.
If you want to listen along to get into the spirit, here’s the standard Mardi Gras song we second lined to. This song was the one we wanted, but once again (last time!), Past Pyramid didn’t send the right document to the band, so they didn’t know to play it. But you can listen to either one. It’s like a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book. Except…the entire picture and story is the same. Oh well, do what you wanna.
While I was kicking myself for forgetting our wedding rings at the Liberty Warehouse, our bridal party was lined up and ready to make their way down the aisle. I chose the classic Canon in D to accompany the processional. It might be the common choice, but the piece is beautiful and what I had always imagined for our wedding. Actually, I enjoy the tune so much that I didn’t select a different song for my dad and I to walk to; we all processed to the familiar chords of Canon in D.
My dad escorted my mom to her seat then ran back up the side of the church in time to walk me down the aisle.
Second Star of The Show ate up her time in the limelight, waving, nodding, and mouthing hello to her legions of fans the entire way down the aisle.
Four years ago today, I lost my mom, the most beautiful, kind-hearted, compassionate woman I had ever known. Four years ago today, I lost my very best friend. My secret keeper, my comforter, my cheerleader. Four years ago today, my life was changed forever.
My mother’s death was incredibly sudden, and came just two months before my high school graduation—a little over a month before my senior prom. Several months before I was to go off to college. Such major life events, and her absence was present in a way that tore right through me. Her sudden passing turned my relatively normal 18-year-old life and shook it to it’s core. My very worst nightmare had come true and was playing out right in front of my eyes, and I felt so, so small and powerless to stop it.
All right, so you’ve seen how I assembly-lined these buggers, but what did the guests see?
First, they saw their names and addresses in my handwriting, Mrs. Turkey–style. (If they were a real human and not an address I made up for the internet, they also saw a stamp that I’d rabidly hunted down: USPS’s Farmers Market stamps, featuring food—our favorite!)
Once we got into the church, Tatiana arranged us in the order that we would walk down the aisle, with me at the very end of the line. I could hear whispers up ahead and the words trickled back towards me as the news spread, “…the rings…the rings…where…the rings…not here…oh no…” It was only Tatiana who was brave enough to break the news to me, “We don’t have the rings.”