SB's & YJK's wedding!

9/22/07:

wow. i started crying BEFORE the ceremony, during the ceremony, after the ceremony & at the reception. ok, granted i am a crier (who can forget the AADAC commercial that aired in alberta, with the "he's not heavy, he's my brother" song and the montage of childhood memories. i mist up even thinking of that commercial today. & my heart softens when i think of the cotton commercial ("the touch, the feel ... cotton : the fabric of our lives.") brilliant advertising if you ask me, but i digress.). okay, so i cry. but i was not the only one. everyone was crying. especially the groom. but oh, how breathtaking it all was. YJK cleans up real nice. he looked so handsome & so full of love for SB. i've seen that love before, but it's one thing to see it when you're sitting on the couch watching "the host" and another thing to see it shining in his eyes as she walks down the aisle. SB's mom was also absolutely stunning. and her father & her grandmother (the cutest grandmother in the world, actually the cutest person in the world) both looked like they were going to burst with pride. and for good reason.

when SB came down the aisle, i gasped. she always looks fantastic. always. without a doubt. even when i slept over at her apartment near "god-i'm-dead" gordon head, she'd wake up looking gorgeous. but at her wedding, she looked like magic. breathtaking magic. and nothing i say will do it justice.

the ceremony was sweet. YJK's voice quivered when he said his vows. SB kept pulling her strapless gown up to avoid immodest flashing.

in short, it was perfect.

boy were we starved. by we, i mean A.K. and M.T. we booted it over to fourth for some food. a place that served mimosas/brunch. very necessary.

sitting on a patio, on a beautiful vancouver afternoon, with friends, soaking in kits. it's all good.

the rest of the day (pre-reception) was spent shopping along fourth ave., leisurely strolling, checking out gravity pope (i bought a pair of fun, yet practical & comfy shoes for work), and other shoppes. time slipped away and before we knew it, it was time to gussy up for the reception.

so, i had brought only one wedding outfit. a black dress. maybe i should have brought something to wear to ceremony and something else to wear to the reception. but i didn't. i also forgot my contact lenses. oh well. so, i dressed down my dress for the ceremony by putting a v-neck sweater over it and wearing toned down jewelry. i dressed it up by taking off the sweater, adding a shawl & putting on some bling. i have learned a lot from tim gunn because that look took me from day to night and could possibly have taken me back to day again if i weren't such a geriatric.

the reception was awesome. there was a traditional tea ceremony (done to welcome the bride to the groom's family). very reminiscent of ceremonies around indian weddings. it was very cool to see SB and YJK in traditional korean clothes. all in all, much wine was partaked in, delicious foodstuffs consumed, dancing shoes worn down. oh yeah, the dance floor really got electric when YJK got down to boogie. he's the best dancer i've seen in a long time. seriously. his energy is infectious. i danced with S.D. and her man. i'll always remember when, on a prior visit to vancouver, a bunch of us (including SB and YJK) went to granville st. for dinner and then to a fancy lounge for drinks (and dancing) afterwards. YJK was on fire that night. the look of feigned horror on SB's face when he'd tempt her to dance with him will still make me smile even when i'm 100 years old.

oh, before i forget ... as part of the korean ceremony, YJK picked up SB and carried her around in a circle in front of all the guests. i'm guessing (since my korean is rusty) that he's taken her on. if my dad was SB's dad, he'd have made some really awful joke about how "her spending habits are YJK's problem now." hardy har har.

SB's dad's speech made me CRY so much. it was the sweetest dad speech i've heard. maybe ever. and if you've seen SB's dad, he's the world's cutest. so it was doubly awesome.

after the evening ended, we got home and i crawled into my couchbed. exhausted. but super duper happy!!

i miss my friends so much. sometimes i wonder why i'm such a dunderhead and i don't just move back to the motherland. but then i hear random violent screaming outside my window in brooklyn and i think, "and what ... give up all this?"

[insert smiley face here]