I Faked It!

We were invited to the wedding which was held at the Claremont Hotel in Oakland.

The hotel is old, very posh, and very expensive.  The bride was a neighbor woman who had lost her husband a year earlier.  Her groom and she had met on-line on a "Christian" dating site.

Lola and Tom were not youngsters.  In fact, Lola was 65 at the time and I think Tom was a couple of years younger than she.

Lola's deceased husband had left her "very well provided for", which was a good thing for her. 

We went to the hotel at the appointed time and hour and we were somewhat surprised that the wedding was a very formal affair.  Lola's dress was strapless, and had a long train.  She also had a maid of honor, and six bridesmaids.  Tom had a "best man" and 6 groomsmen.  The service was not too long, thank goodness.  (I get itchy at weddings having had a few of them myself, but I've never even tried on a real wedding dress.)

It seemed a bit strange that Lola would opt for a formal wedding, seeing as she had been married twice before (as I learned at the reception from a "friend" of Lola's as she whispered to her companion).  Most of the guests were "church" people and they really had a lot to say about Lola finding love on a dating site, marrying a younger man, wearing a formal (strapless!) wedding gown, and marrying almost one year to the day of her husband's death.

The luncheon reception was lovely.  There was music and dancing and the wine flowed.  Some of the conversations turned downright catty to my way of thinking. 

Okay, maybe I thought the formal wedding deal was a bit much for someone Lola's age, but damn it, it's her wedding and she could do what she wanted with that.  I started talking about how gorgeous Lola looked in her gown, and how handsome Tom was in his tuxedo.  I also admired the big rock she had on her ring finger.  The other people at the table quit sniping at Lola and concentrated on eating the food she had so generously provided and drinking the wine she was paying for.

Yeah, I was faking it.  I didn't really love the dress.

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