This past weekend, my suegros celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary.
They began by renewing their vows. Jorge and I were the padrinos del lazo. What does this mean? We were in charge of carrying the lazo down the aisle at the beginning of the ceremony, then placing the lazo around the newlyweds’ necks at the end of the ceremony.
We were the worst padrinos de lazo in the history of Mexican weddings. Before the ceremony, we were simply told, “Don’t worry. They’ll tell you what to do during the ceremony.” Greeeeat.
When I got to the church, I pull the lazo out of my purse… and the cross had fallen off. Excellent. I spent about 10 minutes with Aunt Elsy and Uncle Tony trying to get it back on… to no avail. Jorge showed up late to the ceremony. So, I had to walk a crossless lazo down the aisle with my future brother-in-law, Jair.
Jair whispered to me, “You have to come up front with me for a reading.” “Ok, what am I reading?” “Nothing, just stand there.” What the heck? So I stood awkwardly in front of the church while Jair read, then we sat down.
For the next half hour things went fine. (I managed to hook the cross back onto the lazo chain at this time. Hurray!) Then it was time for the rings. Nobody had told my other future brother-in-law, Darwin, where the rings were. He had also been told they would tell him what to do. The whole ceremony had to wait 30 seconds while he ran to the back of the church to get the rings.
At this point, the “coordinator” told Jorge and I that we should go up front because right after the rings, we’d put the lazo on. We went up, all ready. The coordinator signalled it was our turn. I walk over to my suegros. At this point, the priest looks at me and shakes his head. The coordinator says, “Sorry, it’s time for your readings.”
So Jorge and I walk up to the podium, read our parts very well, and sit down again. (FYI, nobody had told me I had to read until 10 minutes before the ceremony.)
The rest of the ceremony went well. Jorge and I placed the lazo on them at the end of the ceremony.
So I’m pretty sure Jorge’s entire family thinks I’m an idiot. I blame the coordinator for not knowing what was going on. And my suegros, just a little bit. THIS is why you need to have a rehearsal, people. (ok, ok… it was my fault the lazo broke.)
It may have been a beautiful ceremony, but I had no idea because I was freaking out the entire time.
All this was forgotten soon after, at the reception. It was at a very nice event space, with a pool, some palm trees and a palapa. Everyone in the family had been told to wear traditional Yucatecan clothing, which made everything very very cool. The men wore guayaberas (linen dress shirts), and the women wore ternos (white dresses with embroidered flowers).