For the past few months, I cannot stop obsessing about the wedding crashers. No, not the Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson characters from the 2005 movie, but honest to goodness wedding crashers who showed up at my niece’s wedding over Memorial Day weekend.
They were not there for
the usual reasons—or at least what I would think would be the customary reason
for crashing a wedding, having never done so myself. They certainly were not scheming to meet
vulnerable, emotional, single wedding guests as portrayed in the movie.
They did not attempt to
blend in so that they would be treated to the delicious sit-down dinner, as
they arrived long after the empty plates had been cleared from the tables.
They were not there,
trying to be inconspicuous in order to take advantage of the open bar.
No, in fact they marched
right up to the bride, handed her a $50 bill and asked if she would mind if
they danced and enjoyed the music for a while.
These “crashers,” a
handful of women, apparently were staying at the hotel where the reception was
being held and I believe that their motive was simple. The guests at the reception looked and
sounded like they were having fun, and these women wanted to be a part of it.
When was the last time
that I actually sought out fun, saw an opportunity like the women at the wedding
and took a hold of it? Seized the
day. Carpe diem and all that.
I am certainly not going
to go in search of nuptial celebrations to crash this weekend, but I do need to
remember each day to take an opportunity and make it a little bit more
enjoyable, or to spend a minute helping someone else or giving a compliment. Or even to go with the flow because I am not
always a go with the flow kind of gal.
I will try to pause and
appreciate the things that make me happy, like the herbs growing outside my
kitchen window, or how David flashes me a “happy smile” each morning—you know,
not just a grin but a smile full of teeth, with eyes twinkling. Or the fact that Andrew periodically stops to
give me a kiss on the cheek, just because. Or when my nephew, Thomas, insists
on wearing my striped dish towel over his head like a shepherd the whole time
he is eating his lunch.
For some brides, the
arrival of the wedding crashers might have spoiled their preconceived notions
of the perfect wedding day. But my
niece, my lovely and gracious niece, took it all in stride. She joined in a group dance with these women,
took some photos and, as the evening was coming to a close, even tried to
return their money with her thanks that they had given her a wedding story to
tell for many years to come.
And I noticed that she
even has one of the pictures as her profile pic on Facebook, a happy reminder
of a great day.