Mawidge.

Marriage is to be taken seriously, but not always in grim earnest; its problems take perspective from fun, adventure and fulfilment, and joy and sorrow are mingled together. We rejoice in success, but we must also be glad that we can console each other in failure. "With my body I honour you" is to many a blessed phrase: but while some find a perfect physical relationship easily, others reach it the hard way, and it is not less precious for that. It is wonderful never to quarrel, but it means missing the dear delight of making up. Children bring joy and grief; some will have none and will miss both the grief and the joy. For some, there is a monogamy so entre that no other love ever touches it; but others "fall in love" time and time again, and must learn to make riches of ther affection without destroying their marriage or their friends. Let us thank God for what we share, which enables us to understand; and for the infinite variety in which each marriage stands alone.
We thank God, then, for the pleasures, joys and triumphs of marriage; for the cups of tea we bring each other, and the seedlings in the garden frame; for the domestic drama of meetings and partings, sickness and recovery; for the grace of occasional extravagance, flowers on birthdays and unexpected presents; for talk at evenings of the events of the day; for the ecstasy of caresses, for gay mockery at each other's follies; for plans and projects, fun and struggle; praying that we may neither neglect nor undervalue these things, nor be tempted to think of them as self-contained and self-sufficient.
from Quaker Faith and Practice

What a wedding. What an absolutely awesome wedding. Classy and sophisticated, yet unmistakably unique to the couple. As with so much of this week, music was the recurring theme of the afternoon; even before the wedding started Dave had found a piano and was jamming to calm his nerves! The wedding itself opened with a 15 minute set of english baroque pieces played by a small string orchestra, climaxing with a piece which the groom had written for the entrance of his bride. The Americans in the congregation seemed somewhat bemused by the vigour with which the groomsmen belted out Jerusalem, but of course both Dave and Sarah looked absolutely stunning. All the right people cried (some of them twice), and the procession left to more of Dave's music.

The reception was no less musical - the professional jazz pianist was soon usurped by a barber-shop arrangement of Happy Birthday for the organist (turns out I can still sing tenor), and around the throwing of the bouquet and garter a very cute pair of englishmen kept the guests entertained with Flanders and Swann. As it was the same englishmen who did the readings (including the one above) at the service, Martin and I got quite a bt of fuss, mostly because apparently we made the readings sound like Shakespeare. Of course the singing and dancing carried on into the wee hours of the morning - replete with compulsory Proclaimers moment - and then a small group of us retired to a hotel suite to gossip about how wonderful it all was.

And so I'm not in Kansas any more! I got a lift to St. Louis with Steph, one of Sarah's Aunts who lives out here and has very kindly offered to show us around a bit. They're all so friendly! The hotel is absolutely fantastic, though the concierge did get off to a bad start by asking me, "So which part of England are you from? Obviously it's somewhere in the south." Thank you, you can all stop laughing now.

And Amy should be here any minute....

UPDATE - Amy is here now. Hot, bothered and tired, but here.

I have space in my suitcase.

I thought that statement deserved to be the title of the post, and indeed in the post itself:

I have space in my suitcase.

Not just a little bit at the edge that something tiny could be squeezed into if I tried really really hard, but a big proper gap. Needless to say I'm very confused and worried that I must have forgotten something significant. I even bought an expandable suitcase because I didn't trust myself to pack little enough stuff.

In other news, it's five hours until my taxi arrives and I'm not planning to sleep until then because I'm terrified I'll oversleep and miss the taxi and then the bus and then the plane and not get to America at all. I've set four alarms as well.

And a complaint: I tried to buy some shorts today but there are hardly any in the shops because, of course, they're all switching over to their winter collections. Sigh.

Dave's getting married!!

Well you know that it's going to be alright.
I think it's gonna be alright.
Everything will always be alright
When we go shopping.
Barenaked Ladies, Shopping

The past few days have been a lot of fun. We spent most of Wednesday buying ingredients for and peparing curry for Friday's rehearsal dinner, though guests will be relieved to hear that my role was limited to chopping stuff. Dave took charge of the curries, Martin the naan, and Casey made sure that we actually did all of those things, and then did them properly when we messed up. Apparently curry has been a particularly important theme in Dave and Sarah's relationship, and the resulting food was absolutely fantastic so that was clearly a day well spent.

Thursday provided an opportunity to go to the nationally renowned shopping centre in Kansas City, as well as the nearby art gallery. The Country Club Plaza was the first shopping centre designed to accommodate large volumes of shoppers in cars, and this enabled it to survive the Wall Street Crash and keep going today. The buildings were inspired by a trip the architect took to Seville, and there are plenty of plaques around telling you what the statues and so on are based on. The art gallery was also really cool (I spent most of the time in the photography exhibition and completely missed most of the gallery, but never mind), and a great way to chill out before the stag party! Being the wild crowd that we are we set off in the 11-seater Battlebus that Sarah's dad has borrowed for the week - singing impromptu versions of The Beatles, Jerusalem and Pachelbel's canon - to the local Lazertag, there to be absolutely pwned by a group of local teenagers. How cool are we. We then headed off to an Irish pub to join the hens for the rest of the evening, and there was much drinking and dancing and other revellings.

Friday was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, which over here is when the speeches and toasts happen (rather than at the reception). Both sets of parents gave very touching thankses, but Best Man Tim and Maid of Honour Alison stole the show with a hilarious speech and a comedy sketch respectively, both of which had everyone howling with laughter. Watching Martin do an impression of Dave as Lady Gaga's American costumier is something that will remain with me for quite some time....

Today is of course the wedding!!! I'm about to head over to make sure that Dave's up and dressed, and then we're going to be at the curch for 2pm. We might grab some lunch first, but I'm still pretty pogged from breakfast - the myth that the food here is plentful and a little sweeter than I'm used to is turning out to be completely true. That and the coffee's very different and the beer's weaker, but that might not be a bad thing.


And now I'm going to talk about something which happened on the second flight I was on on the way here. In the seatback in front of me there was the early Spring edition of Skymall magazine, Continental Airlines' retail arm. It contains a whole load of design solutions, many of which I can imagine people I know buying, such as the compact tangle-free fire escape ladder. Unfortunately I spent most of my time looking at it laughing myself silly. Many of the things on sale range from the bizarre (a coffee table that's also a kennel? Or how about a wheelie bag for your dog?) to the pretty sinister (watches with hidden cameras or pens with microphones; "Record without ever being detected"), and just the unnecessarily specific (like the million germ eliminating travel toothbursh sanitizer).

What hit me most though was the way they were marketed. Shoes with springs in the heels claim, "Feel Like You're Defying Gravity...GUARENTEED!", while an exercise bike product brags, "Pedaling [sic] doesn't get any better than this". Another pair of shoes, which have a whole page to themselves, shout "you're an animal / RUN LIKE ONE" (which suggests to me that they also ought to sell gloves), and as well as using science to prove how vital they are many of the adverts play on fear for yourself or our family. All products are either, "Made in the USA" or simply "Imported", except for items with a special pedigree like the genuine Turkish bathrobes ("where the world's finest cotton has been grown since the Middle Ages").

My favourite find, however, I have copied out in their entirety below. If you don't know what diamond plate is (I didn't) have a look at this link first, the title's slightly misleading.

DIAMOND PLATE LIGHT SWTCH AND OUTLET COVERS
Musts for the man cave, basement, garage, or shop. Swap out wimpy plastic covers with rugged, industrial aluminum [sic] diamond plate. Standard sizes fit anywhere regular covers do but look much cooler and more manly. Mounting screws included.

I know what I want for my birthday. For the mancave.

And the church is real old...

It is the mix of familiarity and alien strangeness that Europeans have so often found confusing, and occasionally horrifying, but the flaws lay as much in their expectations as in the reality they encountered.

Philip Jenkins, A History of the United States

Hello! As you may have noticed from Facebook I have safely arrived in Kansas City, having rediscovered my dislike of flying (though I did get to see Frost/Nixon on the first flight, which was nice). I was picked up at the airport by the happy couple Dave and Sarah, who have given me an American flag, a lovely hat with Captain America on it, and a poster covered with fake Americans like Igor Stravinsky and Barack Obama.

I'm staying with a guy called Tom, who is incredibly friendly, very helpful, and completely forgetful. Casey, a friend of Sarah's who is also staying there, had all of her stuff moved out onto the landing yesterday because he kind of forgot that she was staying there, and on a less serious note he keeps telling us all the same stuff. This does mean that we're learning things about Kansas City very thoroughly, such as that the church where the wedding is happening is from the 1890s, and that the art gallery is real famous and Tom has a membership card, and that if we need any towels there are some somewhere but I can't remember where I put them....

Playing spot the difference has been fun. A huge amount is familiar, and the common language makes everything written easy, but at the same time I struggled to make myself understood when ordering water yesterday! The main difference is how hot it is here - yesterday was the hottest day of the Summer so far (around 40 degrees centigrade), so it's impossible to stay outside for too long. Of course everything's bigger, but it's also so much more spread out. In this heat you couldn't actually walk between some buildings which are technically neighbours, because there are massive green spaces between them even just outside the centre of town. And of course everyone has huge gardens and enormous houses, and Tom has a creek out the back which we went and had a look at.

The rest of Dave's family arrived yesterday, along with our school friend Martin Noutch, so we're spending today being chilled out to give them a chance to get over the jetlag. We're hoping to go swimming this afternoon, but given it's an outdoor pool I'm not sure there's actually going to be any water left in it by now.

I found this amazing website where you can track a flight's progress live, and if you zoom in close enough you can see it inching bit by bit across the screen. This is unlikely to excite anyone other than me though...

(Edit: I've realised this sounds kind of like a creepy level of stalking! It's not, honest :-S)

Boo who?

Boo.