Mariachi cell phone
Originally uploaded by Brite light photos.
Well, it doesn't exactly.
Except that Saturday night, when I was attending a somewhat traditional Mexican wedding here, it got me thinking about some of the weddings I went to in Jamestown - even my own.
In my case, my wedding ceremony in Busti was performed by Justice Willard Ayers (sp?) one snowy night after I spent several hours at The Pub getting up my courage by pouring down several double Manhattans.
Not much of a wedding party and it was in the middle of a blizzard. We didn't get stuck in any snowbanks (either going out or returning) to our Jamestown apartment where we celebrated with Andre Cold Duck.
You might remember cold duck. After a bottle or two, your peripheral vision would begin to wane and the next morning the headaches were spectacularly intense.
I did attend a much snazzier soiree when Bob Fulcher was married at a Lakewood Church on Summit Avenue, down near where the Harp family lived. It was the first time in my life I threw my back out - bending over to tie a shoelace while getting dressed.
In that particular case I was able to straighten up long enough to attend the wedding but spent the next six weeks wearing a back brace while attending classes at Villanova.
The wedding Saturday here was interesting, even though the actual ceremony was conducted entirely in Spanish which made understanding the vows a cross-cultural challenge. My Spanish isn't great, but it sounded like the promises were a lot more complicated than what I have heard in most U.S. weddings.
Still, the young couple getting married looked like they stepped off a wedding cake. The groom was a red-cheeked Canadian (who barely can say 'si'), the bride a beautiful Mexican girl (whose English is excellent). They are on their way to a life in Canada. Brrrrrrrrr.
And the mariachi guy in the photo?
He was stepping out from the wedding party to make a quick call and quite surprised to see me with a camera.
But he did give me a quick 'buenas noches' and grinned.
