It was a beautiful wedding. I took no pictures because I wanted to travel light, the way I did when I was a girl with just a credit card and a lipstick in my pocket. I left the credit card behind, but I did take the hotel room key and my driver's license, even though we were riding on chartered vans and wouldn't have to drive. Before September 11, 2001, I went a lot of places without my license, which I left in the car so I wouldn't be without it when I drove. But that event was the beginning of the surveillance state in which we find ourselves now.
But that's not a happy turn of paragraph. That paragraph doesn't do much to support the topic sentence. I have no pictures to prove the topic sentence, and I don't want to spend too much time on describing in words. The bride and groom were beautiful, but I don't think I've ever seen a non-beautiful bride and groom. They pledged their love and support, slipped rings on each other's fingers, and then we celebrated the rest of the evening.
I am intrigued by urban and non-traditional spaces that transform themselves into celebration venues. My sister's wedding reception was at The Torpedo Factory in Alexandria, which was once a torpedo factory but is now artist spaces and celebration areas. Last night's event was at an old train depot, right under an interstate highway. It worked.
The food was sumptuous, the drinks free flowing, the music loud. I couldn't do this every night, but I was glad to be there last night.
Most years, wedding seasons come and go, and no one I know gets married. This year, we have two family weddings, just like we did a few decades ago, when my cousin got married in early Spring and my sister in late Spring. Then, as now, there was a war in the Middle East. Then, as now, we celebrated love despite a world that seems intent on coming apart faster than we can patch it back together again.
Then, as now, I think that love is the only way we patch this world back together again.
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