Congratulations Kate and Jordan!

Kate, one of my wonderful college friends, got married a few weeks ago in beautiful Nazareth chapel at Northwestern.  Despite going there for 4 years and going to multiple chapels, recitals, and having many tours through Naz chapel, this was the first (and, most likely, only) wedding I’ve been to there.

Kate was, as expected, a beautiful bride.

(Pictures via various facebook photo albums, as I didn’t have my camera with)

Marie was able to come from Denver and spend the weekend.  We had fun watching movies and having post-wedding pizza and ice cream!

Monday morning, we awoke to this:

Poor Marie’s flight back was delayed over an hour!

However, I can’t write a whole post about that.  So, let me tell you about a pre-wedding event.

A couple weeks before the wedding, Kate’s soon-to-be in-laws had a shower for her.  Since I had the day off, I decided I might as well go since it was only about 15 minutes from my house.  That was an exciting time.

It went approximately as expected:
awkward small talk with people I don’t know
eat food
more awkward small talk
eat more food
watch Kate open presents
still more awkward small talk
leave

I, if you didn’t notice, am not a fan of small talk.

(Goes with the territory of my apparent Myers-Briggs type, INTJ:
“[T]hey tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk [...]“)

I’m pretty sure every conversation I had went something like this:

Random Shower-Goer:  Hi, I’m [Helga/Bertha/LuAnn].  How do you know the bride?
Me:  I’m Sarah.  We went to college together.
RSG:  Oh, isn’t that nice.  So you know Jordan’s family?
Me:  No, not really.
RSG:  Oh…well, I’m [Marlene/Belinda/Sherry]‘s friend from church.  Our kids have been friends since birth.
Me:  That’s great.  I’m sure Kate and Jordan appreciate your being here. [That reference did not help me at all, since I don't know Marlene/Belinda/Sherry either.]
RSG:  So you’re from the Cities?
Me:  No, I came here for school.
RSG:  Oh, you’re in school?
Me:  No, I graduated a few years ago with Kate.  [didn't I say this earlier?]

At this point, the conversation would inevitably go in one of two directions (both if I was really lucky), either questioning me about my job and why I’m not using my degrees, or asking me about David, his job, and why we don’t have children yet.  Fantastic.

I must say, though, that the food was delicious, the hostesses were very gracious, and Kate received lots of wonderful gifts.  I just don’t like small talk.