Sunday, December 9, 2012


Over the weekend I attended a wedding in Galveston, Texas.  Two good friends of mine were finally getting married.  The majority of the wedding party and guests live in Houston or Greece, so traveling to the island or G-town, as I so affectionately call it, was  not only mandatory but necessary as well.  I'd never been to a Greek wedding, and wanted to bring out my inner Greek, so what do I do? Why watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding over and over, of course!  Didn't really teach me that much, other than those Greeks like to party almost as much as my Hispanic family.  Oh and of course, Greek men are well, hot.  Which brings me to the my next little anecdote.

Greek God
So while we were all gathered outside of a a quaint little Church, waiting for the wedding party to arrive, guests mingled about, hugging, laughing and talking.  I was engrossed in a serious conversation about the best looking male actor was of all time, when one of the women that I was speaking with, gasped.  She was facing me, but her eyes were looking behind me.  The other two people who were also in the conversation began to laugh.  Which naturally made me very self-conscience.  "Do I have something in my teeth???"  *Lucinda, the girl who gasped, grabbed my hands and said, "Jesus is here!"  to which I looked at her nodding my head slowly, "Yes, Jesus is here, and in the church and he's everywhere..."  The couple standing with us, busted out laughing hysterically.  "No, Yvonne.  Jesus IS here. Turn around."  To which I did. And low and behold,  there he was.  No not the real Jesus.  But this guy, he could have given Jim Caviezel a run for his money.  Serious.  The minister was standing outside, speaking to guests, mingling with the crowd.  He was standing at the foot of the stairs, leading into the church.  The doors were open, and by I don't know if it was divine intervention or just a great photo op, but the light coming out from inside, made it look like there was a halo over the priest's head and that there should be harps and trumpets playing in the background.  Which only made my friends laugh even more.  Now, I've seen my share of good looking priests in my day.  -What? I'm a woman, we notice these things.  But this guy, wow.  He wore the long black dress, was about 5'11, thin, had shoulder length hair (think heavy metal rocker), had the most incredible grey/green eyes, chiseled chin equipped with dimples, when he smiled.  Yes ladies, Greek Gods do exist.

The Wedding
The ceremony was beautiful.  One thing that I noticed right away, was that they do everything in threes.  It is said that they do it so as to symbolize the father, son and the holy spirit.  For instance, the priest blessed them, "The father, son and the holy spirit", but he repeated it three times.  He also spoke about love and respect, and unity.  Very emotional and thought provoking I thought.  The newly weds performed traditional wedding dances and included the wedding party.  It was so much fun to watch.  And of course, there was the obligatory after-party at yours  truly's hotel room.  Did I mention they upgraded me to a suite, (with a fully stocked bar) when I checked in? Yeah.  So needless to say, I was a very popular girl last night.  We partied like rock stars.

The Other Stuff
Thursday morning I woke up to pain.  As soon as I got out of bed, and walked to my dresser, my right ankle cried in pain.  Or maybe it was me that cried.  I looked down and saw that it was as swollen as a football.  So limped around all day like that.  I iced it down at work, kept it elevated, tried to not to walk on it if I could help it.  All the while trying to remember if I fell or hit it the day before.  I had not.  I have no idea what happened.  So Friday comes around and my ankle is still swollen.  Again, I massaged it, elevated it, wrapped it.  And Saturday morning, it was still swollen.  Of course, I'm freaking out.  But do I stay home and miss the wedding? Uh, that would be a negative.  I pack my clothes, reluctantly also pack my ugly flats to wear to the wedding, as opposed to my sexy high heels.  I don't know about the rest of you ladies, but wearing a dress with flats, makes me feel so under-dressed and frumpy.  Bleh.  But I did what I had to do. I rocked the dress though and that's all that matters. :)  Tomorrow morning I'm taking myself to the doctor to see if he can figure out what in the world is going going with my ankle.  I have no time to get sick or get side-lined, I've got Christmas parties to attend this week!  It's also game day for the Texans!  12-1 would be oh so sweet.  Everyone say your prayers!!!

What about you? What did the weekend bode for my bloggies?


Alessandra said...

Sounds like you had lots of fun at the Greek wedding. Btw, the fat greek wedding movie is one of my all time favorites. I tried to go back to the house to get more of my stuff but my husband wouldn't let me in. O the joy!

Don said...

I hope your ankle problem has been resolved, Yvonne. Even if it isn't you can take a virtual tour of a "little corner of Greece" where weddings take place that's about 3 miles from my home if you go to

David Batista said...

Heh heh, Jesus is here. :)

Sounds like a fantastic time you had, Yvonne. But I hope your ankle is getting better and nothing too serious.

Oh, and I'm very interested in tonight's game. I would love to see the Pats go down! :)

Random Girl said...

well look at you, having all types of fun! Jesus being there only seems appropriate!
Hope your ankle feels better.