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cathijosephine) they had just arrived at the hotel where Bevin and Sean’s wedding was, just in comfortable time for the reception. (Aside: It felt a little bit eerie to be driving almost, but not quite, to my sister’s house.) Ever organized and clueful, cathijosephine figured out where the reception was, but as it turned out we ran into my stepfather Don on our way to the elevator, and he told us exactly how to get there. It was wonderful to see him, warm and happy and welcoming as always. Shortly after that we ran into my mother Ruth, and it was fabulous to see her, too. When we got up to the room where the reception was being held, I got to see my two uncles, my grandfather’s (de facto) widow, and my great-aunt, none of whom I’d seen in less than ten years, and I think it had been longer than that.
We sat with my parents, my grandfather’s partner, and my great-aunt, in the front of the hall. (I’ve never been to a wedding reception before, so I didn’t know quite what to expect.) Bevin and Sean and their Best Critters and Things of Honour and suchlike sat at a long table on a stage at one end of the hall surveying all the mortals. I suppose you all know that, but I didn’t. They did, however, descend to mingle from time to time, so I got to chat with them a bit. They looked very happy but tired, as you would expect.
( the reception )( the food )( dancing )( threads, thanks to zzbottom )[Just got a call fromcathijosephine as I was typing this! Yay!]( Bevin and Sean’s house )
(I’m indirectly responsible for the name of one of Bevin’s cats, which is pronounced BRA-tchez. See, when I was a young child, I really liked butterscotch hard candies, one kind of which was made by the Brachs company. I could read, but my skills for sounding out words were somewhat literal. So I would be sitting in the shopping cart and I’d point at the candy and beg my mother, “Bratches, Mother, Bratches!” When Bevin got a lovely butterscotch-coloured cat who doesn’t look like he turns down much candy, she named him Brachs, pronounced Bratches, after that story.)
Anyway, the next day’s stories will appear when I get a chance.
On a completely unrelated note, I am very happy with my new computer.
cathijosephine) they had just arrived at the hotel where Bevin and Sean’s wedding was, just in comfortable time for the reception. (Aside: It felt a little bit eerie to be driving almost, but not quite, to my sister’s house.) Ever organized and clueful, cathijosephine figured out where the reception was, but as it turned out we ran into my stepfather Don on our way to the elevator, and he told us exactly how to get there. It was wonderful to see him, warm and happy and welcoming as always. Shortly after that we ran into my mother Ruth, and it was fabulous to see her, too. When we got up to the room where the reception was being held, I got to see my two uncles, my grandfather’s (de facto) widow, and my great-aunt, none of whom I’d seen in less than ten years, and I think it had been longer than that.We sat with my parents, my grandfather’s partner, and my great-aunt, in the front of the hall. (I’ve never been to a wedding reception before, so I didn’t know quite what to expect.) Bevin and Sean and their Best Critters and Things of Honour and suchlike sat at a long table on a stage at one end of the hall surveying all the mortals. I suppose you all know that, but I didn’t. They did, however, descend to mingle from time to time, so I got to chat with them a bit. They looked very happy but tired, as you would expect.
( the reception )( the food )( dancing )( threads, thanks to zzbottom )[Just got a call from
cathijosephine as I was typing this! Yay!]( Bevin and Sean’s house )(I’m indirectly responsible for the name of one of Bevin’s cats, which is pronounced BRA-tchez. See, when I was a young child, I really liked butterscotch hard candies, one kind of which was made by the Brachs company. I could read, but my skills for sounding out words were somewhat literal. So I would be sitting in the shopping cart and I’d point at the candy and beg my mother, “Bratches, Mother, Bratches!” When Bevin got a lovely butterscotch-coloured cat who doesn’t look like he turns down much candy, she named him Brachs, pronounced Bratches, after that story.)
Anyway, the next day’s stories will appear when I get a chance.
On a completely unrelated note, I am very happy with my new computer.
