Nantucket Wedding

My prima Karla had announced to the family that she was getting married.  They set an August 1st date for a summer wedding in Vermont.

Apparently, planning a wedding and dealing with so many choices (including seating charts) was too much for this young couple to bear.  So they did the natural thing one does in those cases…..they ELOPED to Nantucket!  Yes you heard right, they eloped.

I’m too traditional to have eloped, but I am of the philosophy that a wedding is about the Bride and the Groom and not about family members, friends, etc.  So if this is what they wanted to do, more power to them.  Besides, getting married in Nantucket??? Hello??  How cool is that?  Well as it turns out I can show you not only how cool it is but also how beautiful it is, and how beautiful THEY are.  So here are some of my favorite pictures of this non-traditional wedding.

Karla, the blushing and beautiful bride.

Karla, the blushing and beautiful bride.

Isn’t that a great background?  New England is a beautiful area and if any of you ever have the time to come visit you should.  This is what I call eloping in style! Fortunately, Karla gave her mom ample warning that something like this could happen, so from what I hear no family member or friend is angry or disappointed.  Well I’m sure some are disappointed to have missed THE moment, but when you have pictures like this, how can you really tell them this wasn’t the right thing to to?

Evan and Karla, Bride and Groom

Evan and Karla, Bride and Groom

Don’t they make a beautiful couple???  Can’t wait to see how gorgeous their kids will be!!! (hint, hint)

To top it off, although I still don’t have a date of when this happened, they managed to have the weather in their favor.  Here in New England this Spring has looked more like a Seattle winter, and we have seen the sun 3, yes THREE times in two months.  And these lucky tortolitos managed to hit a blue sky and beautiful ocean.

A walk by the beach

A walk by the beach

Don’t they just irradiate happiness?  I mean seriously, when two people look that happy how can anyone not see this was the right decision for them!  What? Did they have a wedding party?  Well they didn’t have a reception, that they are still having in August 1st now at Massachusetts instead of Vermont.  Oh but you were talking about the Best Man, Maid of Honor, that kind of wedding party, weren’t you?  Well, apparently they somehow managed to have a family member present that would not spill the beans about them eloping.

The Cat

The Cat

How insanely cute and adorable is that?

To Evan and Karla, a big CONGRATULATIONS and hoping that this is the start of a wonderful life journey together.  Coño, how corny.  Ok, this is more me.  Pepita, congratulations for having the balls to do away with tradition, choices, and family stress and having the most beautiful wedding possible: the one you chose!

CONGRATULATIONS prima and see you in August.

The Curious Case of Alan & Adriana’s Wedding

The First Dance

The First Dance

Every woman has dreamt since she was a little girl about that magical moment when the man of her dreams proposes marriage to her.  I always dreamt of a Christmas proposal; I figured that since Alan knew how much I Looooove Christmas that he would propose during the Holidays so we could add our anniversary to all the family celebrations.

Well Alan never proposed, and I never accepted….so how exactly did we end up married you ask?  Ahhhhh, the Lord moves in mysterious ways.

Alan and I had been steadily dating since late October 2001.  Early in 2002 I was applying for local doctoral programs, but for some reason (I wonder why) didn’t make it in.  I applied to three local schools.  One was restructuring the program so decided they will not accept new students.  The second had budget issues and was going to skip an admission year.  The third, boy this gets good.  The third school its department chair got an ear infection that somehow lodged in his brain, rendering him in ICU.  The school had no idea what to do so they never accepted anyone.

Nada, que lo que no pasa no conviene.  It wasn’t meant to be.  In any case my GMAT that year was horrible since I had panicked at question 16th of the Math portion and never finished it (the Math portion that is).

Labor Day 2002, we were driving back from spending the weekend in Key West (ahhhhhh memories…..but those are for another post).  As I was staring out the window while we were stuck in traffic I asked Alan if he was willing to go with me if I applied to doctoral programs outside of Miami or Florida for that matter.

His reply?  If he had already moved from Chile to Miami, moving within the US was no biggie.  Besides he wanted to see the REAL United States.  So I stored his response.

In January 2003 we traveled together to Puerto Rico so he could meet Papi.  Imagine traveling together without being married.  You laugh, but in an old-fashioned Cuban family like mine (think Que Pasa USA?) that sort of stuff happens.  Mami had a near hissy fit; Papi on the other hand had no problems.  I know, I was just as surprised.

During that year we started talking about the possibility of getting married in 2004 and then going away for my doctoral studies in 2005.  This would allow us to save one entire salary for a year.  We thought we had it made.  Still, no proposal, no specific plans, no dates.  Only a lot of calls from our friends to either move in together or get married already.

Our company had hit hard times and we were about to endure a 2nd round of layoffs.  I had taken some days off to paint my guest bedroom since I really did not want to be there for the layoffs.  Alan came to lunch at my house during those days.  I’d had the nagging feeling that I should pursue my doctoral studies in 2004 and not 2005 and told him so.  I remember I told him that if he got laid off that was our cue to move our plans up one year.

Lo and behold, the next day he got laid off.  We just had one problem, his visa was an intracompany transfer, so it was contingent on him working for this one company.  That meant he had 30 days to leave the US.  I didn’t even think about it.  When he called me to tell me he had fallen victim to the layoffs, I just said it: “then we have to get married“.

Alan, Me, Ivan & Glorisa @ La Porteña Restaurant

Alan, Me, Ivan & Glorisa @ La Porteña Restaurant

That was it, our fate was sealed.  People in shock about his pink slip asked us scared  what were we going to do?  Simple, I ‘d answer, we’ll get married!  It took us only three weeks to pull a wedding together so we could send in the INS paperwork.  THREE. WEEKS.  Our closest friends even threw us an “engagement dinner” twice!

¡Brindis!

¡Brindis!

Everyone pulled together around us; I had never seen such an outpouring of caring.  Invitations, cake, dress, location,  catering, music, everything in just THREE WEEKS.  And you know what? It was the best wedding EVER!

And so it was that on a date hated by freedom loving Cubans everywhere – July 26th – Alan and I got married.  Him disappointed because he never really got a chance to ask, and I disappointed because I never really got a chance to say yes.

In retrospect, we kid around that the man upstairs (God) exasperated by our relationship inertia decided to do it for us.  I guess he got tired of waiting.  Between you and me, I’m glad he did!  I don’t think given the chance to realize what the heck I was doing that I would’ve gotten married.  This way before I could panic, we were already married!

The Happy Couple!

The Happy Couple!

And oh yes….this was only our FIRST wedding, because a nice Cuban girl like me has to get married por la iglesia too!!

How’s that for a story to tell you kids and grandkids?