Standing here screaming

Sometimes people annoy me. Other times I am stuck in a really funny situation. All in all, I just got to share it!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

negiah, etiquette, and a barrel of laughs


Before I get to the story portion of my post, I would just like to tell you how this past Sunday went for me. Beginning at 7:45 AM I was to be in Melville NY to take one of my 4 teacher/special educator exams. (I already passed the first one being 8 months pregnant with a broken air conditioner in the room so I can do anything!) I was registered for two tests. I finished the first one at 10:30 and the second one started at 1. I drove around Melville looking for caffeine and things to kill time. It just so happened that Aaron and I were invited to a wedding that same evening and luckily it was 5 minutes away so after I finished my second test, I went out to the car to get my stuff and I changed in the bathroom. I probably looked so funny to the examiners with my bandana and jean skirt going in and my sheital and ball gown skirt coming out. They were probably wondering how a woman can possibly do her hair so fast....haha, my little secret!!

So, the wedding....

upscale weddings are so fun...because I am so not upscale and I am taken aback by any upscale gesture thrown my way. For example, when it was time to leave the wedding, we went out to get the car. I realized that we would probably get stuck in traffic and I would regret the decision to hold in my pee until arriving home so I ran in to use the bathroom while Aaron waited for the car. As I was walking back to the car, the woman in charge of the valet walked over and opened the passenger door. I must've looked bewildered because in my head I was wondering what she had to say to Aaron that required her opening the door. When I realized what was going on, I must've had a look of recognition on my face because she joked that I must not get the door opened for me enough!
When it was time to go into the main dining room for dinner, (yes I know I am going backwards but it is kinda like one of those really intense movies that are really confusing...like what's that one where the guy has no short term memory and it keeps going back a little so we understand what happened before and how he got there?) a waiter rang a very pleasant bell- kinda like the ones in the theatre indicating that intermission is now over. When we walked into the dining room, the waiters were standing side by side in two rows and one of them asked me "what table?" I answered "20" figuring he would just point me in the right direction. When he began to move his hand that is what I thought he was doing until he put his hand on his hip and pointed the hook of his arm in my direction. I looked at him, I looked at my husband...what the heck was I to do? Aaron didn't say anything so I figured why not and took the guys arm. We were both laughing all the way to the table. The funniest part about it isn't that I felt so uncomfortable but that in this very upscale tradition, the men are left behind to follow their wives/girlfriends/dates and their escort. How strange is that??
No matter how inappropriate it may be, I love non-religious weddings because I get to dance with my husband. How inappropriate can it possibly be? he IS my husband!!!

3 Comments:

  • At 2:04 AM, Blogger Pragmatician said…

    What a fancy occassion, I'm always looking for my table usually obscurely hidden in the back of the hall beteen 10 other tables.

    Sounds like you had fun.

     
  • At 12:06 PM, Blogger Stacey said…

    Sounds awesome, Rebecca! I love formal affairs.

    And yeah, co-ed dancing is the best!!

     
  • At 8:19 AM, Blogger madaboutmikvah said…

    I LIVE for the chance to dance with my husb at a wedding! What a treat! I am glad that you were able to enjoy.

     

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