And the Evening Wore On...
Thursday, October 27, 2005
(7:23am) And so once again – back to the wedding… The D.J. had just broken out the party lights and the music opened with a bang. His repertoire was the usual, as Carrie noted, who had only attended at least eighty weddings over the past two years at Columns. And there was the Colorado-Lacey dance, the son-mother dance, the father-daughter dance… The garter throw (which was only slightly embarrassing) and the bouquet toss. Carrie flatly refused to take the floor until Mrs. Lord-Welches and Colorado came over to haul both herself and Rose onto the open floor. Carrie practically glared back at Collette, who laughed heartily.
But it was not long before the Y-M-C-A dance was opened, and Colorado pulled Carrie and Collette up by their arms and sent them out to the circle, and OLeif came as well. Yes, it was one of those moments Collette felt stupid for having zero knowledge in the area of modern dance. Carrie was also hesitant, and Gauti pushed her from behind into the circle.
“Come on. That’s why you have slippery boots on so I can push you!” He chuckled.
“No, Gauti! Stop!” Carrie cried, laughing at the ridiculous situation in which she now found herself.
But the song was soon ended and the D.J. struck up the dollar dance, of which Frances and Linnea both took advantage. But it was all too soon that time to be heading on. The Lord-Welches family gathered around while Lacey took the floor for the duck dance. There were many hugs and laughs.
“We’ll be coming to visit you,” they all said.
“Oh,” Gauti cried sentimentally, “I just can’t believe you guys are all growing so fast! Oh, goodbye, Sweetie,” He hugged Collette goodbye, and went on down the line.
He warned Joe and Rose to stop growing, seeing that Carrie had already surpassed him in her stilettos. And Loraine hugged them all, as did Colorado and Mrs. Lord-Welches. And Colorado promised Dad that they would be coming to visit soon.
Then he returned to the dance floor for the hoky-poky across from Lacey and as he “turned (himself) around”. Collette flashed back to the one stormy morning at Six Flags when all the Lord-Welches had come to visit and Colorado had been called up on stage with Bugs Bunny for the very same song.
And so they pushed off into the night, having enjoyed the wedding and celebration of an old friend, with promise of more laughs and visits to come. And the weekend left off with the delicious sausage supper at the little old Immanuel Church above Weldon Spring – sausages, roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, greens, homemade bread, cranberry apple sauce, sour kraut, and a selection of many pie slices – a Snickett Family tradition.
Meanwhile, Wednesday evening was nice and relaxing (seeing as OLeif had only received one hour of undisturbed sleep the night before, working at Stallone’s on their computer system till six o’clock in the morning after the concert…). They watched “Laura” while snacking on Oberweiss ice cream, OLeif’s personal favorite. It was delicious, Collette had to admit.
Thursday was a day for thankfulness, as was any other day. But it was the sort of day that Collette would like to drive a school bus yellow car (maybe a Volvo) with the windows down to the fresh cool air, a day she would like to drive up to P.E.I. and make a pot of pumpkin soup garnished with sour cream and fresh parsley, to crunch through piles of fresh crisp autumn leaves… Coming home under the blue sky of late autumn puffy whites, the smell of fresh donuts blew in from across the road. And Collette was thinking about the missionary family in Kenya – the Hutchisons – who were making plans to adopt a baby girl from China. It was bizarrely fantastic, she thought. It sometimes brought chills to her neck to think about it – taking a little child from a hopeless place, where there was no love. Much like Christ had done for them, only on a far greater scale.