October 30, 2009
Well, we had plastic cups at our rehearsal dinner. Eco-fail.
But when dinner is served in a gorgeous outdoor setting at the family home of a really good friend (where some of our guests actually camped) and when dinner itself is homemade pizza and a green salad with the best dressing ever, everyone wins. And it maybe makes you think that this, your family and friends in one place under the stars eating unbelievable food and drinking beer, is why the whole planet really is worth saving.
Because of Mark’s, his family’s, and Jason’s parents’ generosity we were able to have everyone who made it in Saturday (wedding was on Sunday) come to the rehearsal dinner, which was absolutely wonderful. You know that whole part about weddings where you don’t really get to talk to your guests? Well, that doesn’t have to be true at your rehearsal dinner. It wasn’t at ours, anyway. Mark offered us a pizza party as his wedding present, and we opted to take it the night before the wedding, when the most people would be in town. Mark’s parents allowed their house, kitchen, and yard to be taken up by a bunch of happily buzzed friends and family from around the country whom they had no prior connection with. Jason’s parents paid for the ingredients and the all important beer, and Jason’s mom baked enough cookies for everyone to have ample dessert.
So the more ‘green’ parts of the dinner were the number of people fed without using a whole lot of resources (and no pizza went to waste! and other scraps were composted by Mark’s parents), the use of local ingredients, and the atmosphere provided by nature. Obviously not everyone has a Mark around (we’re pretty special), but a home-cooked, simple meal does wonders for the soul (if you do decide to do a restaurant, which we would have done if it weren’t for Mark as we were far from home, keep those local ingredients in mind and limit red meat dishes). We honored (or embarrassed) our wedding party in front of a much larger audience, and our parents were able to do the same to us. It’s a night we wouldn’t trade for anything.
Except the part where I lost my keys for an hour, then found them in a frisbee in the trunk, and was late to my bachelorette party. That part I’d like to fix. (We did carpool! Which meant that 4 girls were stuck with me…meanwhile, the boys had a night around the campfire and laughed at us.)
My friend Leonore took this one:
And this one’s just for laughs (this is the man I married), courtesy of our friend Andy: