The Time I Was a Witness...

To a WEDDING!  I love weddings, and I didn't even realize it until today.  And I wasn't a witness to just any old wedding.  The groom was my ex-boyfriend and the bride was my ex-worst enemy.  I KNOW!  I dated him my senior year and it ended kind of bad, but we were still kind of friends.  She was his girlfriend after me.  We didn't know each other, but she had a problem with me for some reason unknown to me.  And that was back when we were you and crazy and she thought she was a chola and I knew I was a bad ass, but I didn't have time for drama because I was too busy being awesome.  Obviously.  She even threatened to jump me, but that was right after we had BOTH found out that we were pregnant, so there was no knock down drag out going on.  We mostly just glared at each other.  (Am I the only one that thinks that the last few sentences sounded REALLY ghetto?)

Anyway, we ended up having to put up with each other because him and Cangrejo grew up in the same little village in El Salvador and they're good friends, plus his sister, Jackie, who she was friends with, was one of my bride's maids.  Over the last year we've become pretty good friends and we go out together about once a month as couples.  Also, their son was born about a month and a half after Isabel, and so when we hang out they get to play together.

At about 4 this afternoon they called us and said they had just decided to get married and asked us to be witnesses.  They were already planning on getting married this month, but for some reason they decided to do it today!  So we met them at the county clerk's office while they were getting their marriage license and then they got hold of a judge.  The judge could do it at 7, so we went to dinner and then went to the little 'chapel'.  The judge had built it himself, and it's adorable.  It kind of looks like a shed, if you just drive past it, except it has a little cement porch and a steeple on top with a little white picket fence in front of it.  Adorable.  It's only 10x12 feet, so inside there's a tiny little space heater, and 6 chairs on either side of the aisle.  At the front there's a white altar with a few vines, some twinkle lights, and some sheer fabric draped on it, plus a little table with the Holy Bible and a ring bearer's pillow.  It's a pretty stinking adorable little place.  The people that came were me and Cangrejo (THE WITNESSES!!!), their son, the bride's parents, and the groom's 2 younger sisters (equipped with a video and digital camera.)  I'll admit, I kind of cried a little, especially when I noticed that the groom was choking back tears.  So the whole thing was short and sweet and fast.  And I got to be a witness.  I don't mean that in some cheesy, grateful for the experience way, either.  I was just excited because now I can say that I've done that, and I felt really important for a few minutes.......alright, I still feel important.