Day 8
The morning
of the big day finally arrived and I felt a little anxious waking up. I wasn’t
positively sure but I think it was a mixture of the actual wedding of my Dad, the
fact we only had a few hours to explore and find Pete a ‘cowboy’ look for the
wedding or if we just had a few hours of the day to get everything done…it was
the first time since our vacation we could actually sleep in and relax and not
be out the hotel door by 9am for our next adventure.
After breakfast
in the hotel, Pete and I departed to explore a few of the stores my Dad
suggested to look for some western wear for Pete and myself. We stared off at
David’s Western Wear, known for their custom made boots and leather goods. Although
we looked a little out of place, we told the associates that we were there to
try on some new boots for a wedding we were attending that night. Being from
the north east, I assumed that all boots were brown with a little stitched
design on them, I was fascinated by all the colors, shapes and styles these
boos came in- I was in shoe…(boot)…heaven. ‘
Some time and
many boots tried on later, Pete and I decided on 2 things; 1. We definitely
need a pair of custom-made boots, 2. Starting at $300 for a custom made pair;
we had to wait for another trip since our vacation money was running out (I was
pretty bummed since I saw a beautiful turquoise pair that would look great on
my feet, but at this point, money was getting tight).
Our next stop
was Boot Barn, a southwestern chain store that was home to all sorts of western
wear. We searched around for clothes and boots but after seeing the boots at
David’s Western Wear, that’s all I could think about.
We went back
to the hotel to get ready since we were told we had to be at the
AmericanaHotel by 3 pm for pictures. As I was getting ready, I noticed a problem; the two
dress choices that I brought with me were either way to short, (I wore it to my
cousin’s wedding last year and it looked great, all of a sudden it was shorter
than I remembered it being), and the other dress was way too big, (I probably
should’ve tried it on before we left for vacation). Great. Not only was I
feeling anxious about this wedding but now I had nothing to wear. I begged Pete
to take me back to Boot Barn to see if I could find some sort of dress or
cowgirl wear, (hey, it’s Nogales!).
With about 10
minutest to spare, I ran back into Boot Barn and went running around to see if
I could find any sort of nice dress or even a ‘western’ shirt I could wear.
Leaving the store empty handed, I felt even more anxious… I had jeans, black
shirt and boots on. I was going to be known as the “groom’s daughter who wore
jeans to a wedding”.
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Relaxing outside the hotel I really liked the giant statue!...and yes I'm wearing jeans to a wedding... |
While we
waited for the room cards to be fixed and the photographer to get there, we sat
between the bar having fine Mexican Tequila and beer and relaxing outside by
the pool. As I was trying to relax, I felt better seeing the guys wear western
cowboy boots, jeans and hats…however, I stared noticed that the women were all
dressed up…and here I am in my jeans and boots…oops. The good part was, besides
Pete and Steven, I was one of the youngest people there, so I highly doubt
people were talking about what I was wearing (even though Steven was in a suit,
‘hey, it’s Nogales!’).
We finally
began to take pictures around 4:30, just in time before the sun started to set.
The photographer was one of my Dad’s VFW friends and, I have to admit, it was
rather amusing to see him use a rather old style camera and not the usual
digital camera you would use today. Right after pictures, it was time to walk
up the hill to the VFW where the ceremony was to take place. I must say, for
being a VFW, it was actually decorated quite nicely, (and it also helped a lot
that the bar in the other room was showing the Red Sox game!).
Pete and I
were told to sit in this ‘special table’, the main table where the bride and
groom would be after the ceremony. The ceremony itself was nice, the bride wore
turquoise and silver shoes and her blond hair sparkled with sparkly clips. The
ceremony was quick, about 15 minutes, and for me it was bitter-sweet; as nice
as it was to see my Dad really happy, something I haven’t seen in a long time,
a part of me kept thinking ‘why didn’t the first marriage work out?’ I guess
things always happen for a reason and sometimes not all fairy tales have happy
endings. However, this was a marriage that looked like it was meant to be, and
if my Dad felt as happy as he did as he looked, then I think that was all that
mattered.
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Pretty flowers fro the wedding |
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Top to bottom: Ceremony from my point of view First Dance Diane and her son Steven |
As the
reception was wrapping up, I wanted to make sure I remembered this night by
getting a photo with my Dad, a photo that was many years in the making. As he
turned around to hug me, he told me how much he loved me and that he always loved
me, I think those of the words I had to hear from him because all those years
of not seeing each other, all the years of the arguing and resentment I had
towards him, all seemed to melt away and a new chapter in a new book could
finally begin.
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Top: Me and my Dad! Bottom: Me and Pete! |
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Top: Chewy & Dad! Bottom: Me and Chewy!! |
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