This weekend was one of the most uplifting, soul-shaking, powerful experiences of my entire life. Everything about this wedding reflected the fierce love The Director and The DJ have for each other. I drove home high with the feeling of love and community, and the knowledge that this was what marriage should be.
The bachelorette party was wild and raucous at Hairspray. We wore costumes. We sang Karaoke. We showed our boobs, well, just B, really. I know, I know, boobs were out and they weren't mine, shock of all shocks. Shut up.
And what I mean by, "I'm gonna go check on B" is "I wanna make out with B, and I wonder if she's still up." She wasn't. Once she started running into walls, she decided she'd had enough.
As observed by one of the other guests, there were more lesbians at this wedding than at any I have ever attended, and that includes a lesbian wedding. On our stumbled, drunken hike through the woods in an attempt to find a campfire that had been artfully hidden, our group of 25 saw a car turn onto the road in front of us. Someone called out, "Look, it's a Subaru! They must be our people!" And they were.
My favorite moment was on Saturday at lunch. The DJ was running around, crazy with preparation and trying to help everyone get what they needed. Jules yelled at him to eat, to sit down and let people who weren't getting married take care of things for awhile. He wouldn't and instead insisted that he had to go out to his car. He came back in with his guitar, ran into the lunchroom and jumped onto a table. The hearts of everyone alive in the 80's melted when he broke out "In Your Eyes." There was a collective "awwwww." Afterward, Jules scattered the groupies who gathered around, camp staff members telling him how wonderful it had been, and told him to "Just go eat, dammit," but this time she was crying.
The assortment of people that have collected around these two is the most incredible social phenomena I have ever had the pleasure to witness. How can any random assortment of people display the intelligence, kindness, and humor I saw this weekend? The answer is these aren't random people. Amazing people draw others like themselves.
The ceremony itself was so incredibly personal. I know that I really don't have much insight into exactly what The Director and The DJ were going through in the few hours before the wedding, but it didn't feel like they were scared. Nervous, sure, all that planning with no idea what would go wrong at the last minute. But I felt this huge pull of all of us being drawn into a rolling ball, tumbling toward some bright future.





You told me that there’d be pictures of your awesome hair! I feel cheated. *pout*
By: Martha on June 19, 2006
at 5:27 pm
Check Friendster
By: shades1979 on June 19, 2006
at 6:26 pm
I cancelled my account. Can you email them to me?
By: Martha on June 21, 2006
at 10:35 pm
What an amazing post. I am so honored to have you as a friend. Thank you SO SO much for your gift. I listened to Anansi Boys on the plane and it got me through some °turbulent° moments. Ha. Ha. Okay, first of all, if I had known you were going through this legacy thing, I would have stopped the wedding mid-vow, walked up to you, and made you promise to the entire sanctuary that you would NOT join. Legacy is bad. The people who do it are not bad, they are good people and thats what makes it seem normal. You are wonderful, gorgeous, intelligent, creative person and you do not need to pay a cult to fix your life in some ubiquitous way. You are doing just fine with your life, seriously. I have known people personally who have lost their life savings and more to that group. Okay, nuff said. You know. Italy is amazing, please email me your address and I will send you a postcard. Oh, the pope says hi. Thats right, even to lesbians.
By: Taryn on June 23, 2006
at 1:08 pm
You are welcome. Thank you for not stopping your wedding to tell me that. I think I would have blushed. I know I’m doing fine with my life, but none of the Legacy people seem to think, “Actually, I’m good, thanks.” is an answer. Its very strange. No matter how often or what words you use to say it, it always gets turned into, “but couldn’t you be better?”
By: Kathryn on June 29, 2006
at 5:39 pm