Costa Rica Part 3: The Wedding

Oh yeah. One final thing happened in Costa Rica. My sister got married.

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Now naturally, the most important issue of the big day was what should Shane Halbach wear to the wedding?

What does one wear to a beach wedding in Costa Rica?

Two words: Miami Vice.

I went with a hat, sunglasses, a pink shirt, and white linen pants like a boss. Apparently, great minds think alike:

2015_03_17_1168I was also rocking some impressive chest hair. ::wistful sigh:: I would have been so cool in the 70’s.

The resort handled everything, so all we basically had to do was show up. It was a bit strange with all the lookie-loos on the beach, but full service is full service.

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Speaking of rocking something like a boss, here is my sister walking down the beach IN HIGH HEELS.

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Here’s the thing you might not know about white linen pants: totally see through! (Well, *you* might know that, because apparently everybody knew that but me.)

I will not go into the details of my undergarments, but let’s just say that if your underwear shows through your pants, the solution is not to remove the underwear. I mean, you might think, “problem solved!”, which is kind of true, but also “problem created” if you see what I mean.

And believe me, you would see what I mean.

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(I dug out some tighty whitey’s you animals. I can’t believe you looked that close.)

Of course, if you’re staying at an all inclusive resort, the reception is basically taken care of.

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Now, not everybody can claim celebrities at their wedding reception, but was I the only one to notice a couple of crashers at the restaurant? (No, not Uncle Jim, behind him!)

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Turns out the resort happened to be hosting an event with a couple of Bears’ players. I believe that is Kyle Fuller and possibly Willie Young, or maybe David Bass. Celebrity wedding guests! (Not really.)

Unfortunately, it was a short trip for Sara and I, and all too soon we had to return to the frigid, fruitless, weak-sauce coffee real world to collect our kids. But we’ll always have our memories (plus commemorative cups!)

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Congratulations Nathan and Amanda!

Congratulations to my baby brother on his wedding!

It was a wonderful day which went off perfectly without a hitch. Everything was so beautiful and I think it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a wedding. The families meshed perfectly and everybody got along smashingly.

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Unfortunately for Amanda, she married this guy…

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…But it wasn’t all bad I suppose.

The kids both had the time of their lives. And yes, this “Ring Bear”…

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… is sleeping with his ring bearer’s pillow tonight.

Congratulations again!

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The Wedding

As you most likely are aware, my mom got married the other day.

Everything went off without a hitch (at least as far as I am aware). The ceremony went beautifully and the reception was fun (and well attended!). It was a little hot, but very manageable (in other words, not as hot as our wedding).

Oliver caught a nap on the floor in a room before the ceremony, since we couldn’t find the nursery. We had to wake him up just a few minutes before the ceremony to finish getting him ready. He spent most of the time playing in the back with Uncle John, which was fine, because we had our hands full.

Evie was a flower girl, and she was very excited. She did an excellent job, spreading the petals evenly and dumping the remainder of her basket at the end of the aisle. She even decided to clean up after herself, picking up the petals on the procession out. However, her favorite part was the nail polish she got to wear (and is still wearing).

I walked my mom down the aisle, but that was the easy part. The hard part was being the parent of a flower girl, which is a very stressful occupation! We were sitting in the first row, which was perhaps a little too close to the action. This meant that whenever Evie decided to be a part of something, she could get there before I could stop her. If she decided to stand with the bridesmaids, she stood with the bridesmaids. If she decided to walk up for a better view of the rings, she did it. The rest of the time she was just antsy, and we tried to keep her occupied.

All Oliver had to do was look cute, which he did as well as anyone. He had a black suit and bow tie, with a blue checked shirt and light blue Converse All Star shoes. He had a grand time exploring everywhere and dancing the night away. He was pretty wore out by the end of the night (Evie too!)

The reception was a lot of fun. I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to anybody because I felt like I was always chasing after one kid or another. In addition to family, I saw a lot of my mom’s friends who I haven’t seen in many years. Instead of a cake, they had a dessert table full of some really wonderful desserts. This is a really good idea, but on the other hand, it is tempting to take too many! Alas, before I knew it, it was time to take the kids home for bed. It always comes too soon! It sounds like the party continued long into the night, even after the reception was over.

Thanks to Dan and Allie for letting us stay at their house! We didn’t get much of a chance to hang out, but we were glad to have friends in town so that the out-of-towners could stay with my mom.

Today’s the day!

Congratulations to my mom on her wedding day! You’re a welcome addition to the family, Ron! I would say you fit right in, but I don’t know if that would be a compliment or an insult.

2 year anniversary

Happy 2 year anniversary to me!

2 years already, wow.  Time flies!

In honor of our anniversary, I am posting this poem.  This is the poem that Sara’s friend Jackie found for us and then read for us at our wedding.  She was looking for readings to do and she sent us this one and she said, “Yeah, I know this won’t work, but I liked it so much I thought you should see it anyway…”  Well, Sara and I loved it as well and we used it, even though it wasn’t traditional wedding faire.

So, without further ado…

True Love by Judith Viorst

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about
the great issues of the day
Even when there’s no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an
affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he’s dead.
It’s true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the
next morning I couldn’t get out of bed,
He wouldn’t tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one
of us to save,
He says he’d save me.
It’s true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home
with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting
the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvinile and
irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn’t let him buy went up
twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and
other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of
passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True Love.