Posted by eemilla on October 18, 2009
After our amble around Nob Hill, North Beach, and Chinatown, we returned and got ready to bake in our finery. Fortunately, the dress code was casual with the bride and bridesmaids in embellished daisy flip flops and the groom and groomsmen in Chacos. Even so, it was hot. We have lost the record for having the hottest wedding ceremony ever (Key West in October at 10am, and everyone was pouring sweat). Hot is hot is hot, and I hate sweating in dry heat just as much as I hate sweating in Georgia. We had a ten minute stroll to the Powell St BART then a forty minute train ride (the fare is less than five dollars!) out to Pleasant Hill then a fifteen minute shuttle to the ceremony, which provided ample opportunity to get mussed up.
I know it sounds cliched, but the ceremony was just beautiful. They were married under this fantastical oak tree on top of a hill with views of the surrounding valley. Her parents’ home was full of light, and the ground were littered with little touches (like the sunflowers in the bowling balls and the flower fountain).
While I expected my favorite part of the ceremony to be the reading of “Invitation” by Shel Silverstein by a friend of the bride’s son accompanied by an interpretive dance by a friend of the groom’s daughter, I was really touched by the bride’s sister-in-law’s reading (“The Invitation” Oriah Mountain Dreamer).
As to my concerns about the wedding fare, they were washed away with the first hors d’oeuvre I popped into my mouth (Checkers Catering handled it). I saw three trays circulating; one of shrimp on a wonton chip (I don’t do shrimp so I didn’t try this one), a stuffed mushroom, and a caprese slider. The sliders surpassed the others, with cherry tomatoes so ripe and sweet and tangy coupled with creamy fresh mozzarella and a basil leaf; the serving trays had a balsamic vinaigrette in them so each slider came dressed. The main buffet started with a fresh spring mix salad then a mashed potato bar followed meat and poultry stations with rolls (I didn’t find the portabello mushrooms and when I was directed to their location I had missed them); of course, there was plenty of beer (two from New Belgium Brewery and Miller Lite with a Sierra Nevada keg making a late night entrance) but with the heat the white wine was hit hard and early. The cake was nice and moist, and its frosting was not overly sweet.
Between the heat, sweat, the morning wander with another full day planned, and an hour trip back to the city, we were ready to head back around nine. I begged to wait to see them off, but the taxi had already been called. If only we had known that we would pass the limo on the way down the driveway we probably could’ve held out to send them on their mini moon. Like we did, they will be taking their real honeymoon after the wedding dust (and excitement and stress) has settled.
We used a taxi five times during our week long stay with two trips being to and from the ceremony. The forty minute train ride cost $4.90 one way, and it runs every twenty minutes from around 4a to after midnight five days a week (Saturday it starts around six am, and Sunday it starts around eight). Public transit done well rocks!