The Big Day – Part I
Hey Everybody, I took a nap! Today was the day of the mass and reception. Spent much of the morning doing a final proofreading of my father’s book. Then, spent time reviewing and practicing the reading that I was going to do in church. Tried to keep the eating in check. Around 3:30 pm, I decided that I should take a nap as the evening and night would be full and I was not sure how late we would get home. Was dead to the world for about 30 minutes when I heard my mother and brother calling me. Woke up and, soon after drinking my mandatory tea, proceeded to get ready.
The previous day, I had bought a nice, white churidar to go with my white, embroidered kurta. Had given it a quick wash to soften it but probably should not have; was not easy to iron. Got dressed, put on my mojaris, and took my dress shawl with me. Thankfully, my parents and I were heading to the church in my brother’s air-conditioned car.
Traffic was light; we got to the church 30 minutes early. Suffered the hot and humid weather as we met the two priests and some relatives and friends outside. At this point, my brother-in-law said, with a smile, “So, I heard that you took a nap!” The previous day, he had said that he had heard that I got an upgrade. Not surprised that he knew this as I had made it public knowledge. But, my taking a nap was news? I asked if he had spies keeping him updated on my doings. As I have said in another post, I feel 25. So, I take a nap maybe twice a year, if that. So, why had someone passed on this bit of trivia? Don’t know; don’t care but thought everyone else might find this shocking or something. So, there you have it!
After about 15 minutes, we sat in the side wing of the church with some relief provided by the fans. There was a mass, in Gujarati, in progress with hymns accompanied on Indian instruments. When it ended, we entered the main part of the church. Here we were met by some more friends and relatives and the lady who wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. My parents, my siblings, brother-in-law, and I were going to walk up the aisle. My younger sister was going to do the first reading; I was going to do the second. She gave us a heads up on our cues.
My parents were to sit by themselves in two, special seats up in front and the rest of us were to occupy the first pew. Everything went well except: my parents started walking up the aisle when the music started instead of when the singing (Beethoven, no less) started, I flubbed one word of the reading, and there was a lull in the proceedings as the younger priest asked for the book of vows to be brought—forgetting that my parents did not want to go through the renewal of vows.
It was a moving experience to see my parents in the very same church in which they were married 60 years ago, to the day. I can only imagine what they may have been thinking and feeling during the service.
After the mass ended, we socialized a bit. Unfortunately, a few friends and relatives could not make it to the reception. We left the church and arrived at the hall about 30 minutes early. As my parents and I entered, I could hear the instrumental version of “Please Release Me!” being played. Ernie Flannigan, the singer musician who was dressed like a Mexican gangster in full black attire including black bandana (only the waistcoat was missing), and his two sidekicks were playing recorded instrumental music before the reception started at 8 pm. When he came up to us, I said, “Poor choice of music, boss!” He laughed apologetically and said there would not be any more inappropriate songs.