I really don’t like being the center of attention. When you get married, you’re the star because everyone’s buzzing around you. The hairstylist is fawning over you. The makeup artist is painting your face. Everyone’s staring, oohing, aahing, picture-taking. It makes me extremely uncomfortable. I was on edge all day Saturday.
Which is why I personally had more fun at the welcome dinner than I did at the wedding. The welcome dinner was a huge coup for us. My wedding coordinator networked her way into renting the Canyon Estates country club for $200 through a former bride whose parents are members. We were able to bring in our own food from a local family-owned Italian restaurant Nicolino’s and cases of wine and beer from Costco.
The club welcomed guests with a sign–the kind with the interchangeable white lettering–CATHERINE AND DEAN’S PARTY. The open space looked full with tables covered in red and white checkered tablecloths. An Italian-themed party sign that I’d had personalized with the Barbella name was strung up. Family and friends were chatting. A group of Dean’s friends were outside on the lawn playing bocce ball. The weather was perfect–warm, not hot. The bar was stocked. Plus abundant caesar salad, lasagna, meatballs, and sausages.
Dean’s school-aged nephews tended bar and handed over the tips to us, the bride and groom. Casual, relaxed, calm with the sun setting behind the golf course. Very chill.