Here Comes the Groom (and the Bride)

After about half an hour of waiting for the guests to arrive and get situated, the ceremony was about to start.  I was a bit impatient because being sequestered is a bit boring.  I know that people (including Carlos) think it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, but I wanted to socialize.  I mean, I did, a bit, with the people who were waiting in line for the toilet.  But I was ready.

The music started and Carlos began the long circuitous route to the huppah.  It wasn't even actually a huppah, because even with all my explanations the wedding planner/florist still got it wrong.  It was to parallel arches covered with flowers, but they were separate from each other, not attached to form an area.  Anyway, Carlos made his way over there with his parents to one of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Spring.

Though Carlos and his parents always seem to be smiling or laughing, this was not the case walking down the aisle.   I don't know if they were sad or relived that their last child was finally getting married (though in my case I'm sure my Dad was thinking, "two cost centers down, one to go").

My turn.  Time for Carlos to wait for me instead of me always waiting for him (Latin time is not prompt, to say the least).  Eventually I appeared to Habanera from Carmen, by Bizet (which I saw back in 2004 at the Lyric but is playing again next season.  Must go!).  I had read the English version of the lyrics.  I'm not sure that Carlos did, otherwise he might have protested the song.  I think maybe one guest understood the sarcasm.  But the music is nice.  Anyway, back to walking down the aisle with my parents.

All I was thinking at that time was smile for the camera, and don't trip.

As I approched Carlos, he was looking the other way, not wanting to see me until I was at his side.  Then he took a good look.

Not the best photo of me, but there aren't any others with my eyes open.

But no time to complain.  Time to start the ceremony.