I was sad that I couldn’t make it, too, but I figured at least I could hear all the “details” from Husband.
And this is the part where you should laugh at my own delusion. I was conveniently forgetting that this is the same guy who can have a 40-minute conversation with someone on the phone, and when I ask him what they said, he says, “Oh, nothing.”
I talked to Husband on the phone right after the wedding, and here’s how the conversation went:
Me: How was the wedding??
Husband: It was fine.
Me: I mean, what was it like??
Husband: You know, just a standard wedding.
Me: Was the reception nice?
Husband: Yeah, you know, just the normal dinner and dancing.
And here he just described every wedding I've ever attended.
When he got home yesterday, I joked about his lack of details, and I said, “I’d ask you about her dress, but you’ll just say it was long and white.” And he said, “But it was long and white!”
And so I have no idea: if her dress was strapless, if the groom got teary when he saw her for the first time in her dress, if the toasts were funny or touching, what song they danced to, what color the bridesmaid dresses were, if there were any cute favors on the tables, and much, much more.
Thankfully, I’ll get to see my friend (the bride) when she gets back from her honeymoon, and I’m thinking she might have more to say about it than just “it was fine.”
