Wedding Crashers

Ben and I attended his coworker's wedding last weekend, a grand affair that took place in a beautiful cathedral, followed by a reception at Union Station. It was beyond gorgeous - I felt like I had jumped into a Martha Stewart Weddings magazine spread. Since Ben's friend is Mexican-American, the evening was full of rich traditions, including a mariachi band that played an integral role in the Catholic mass. Which happened to be entirely in Spanish. If you think Catholic weddings are long, try sitting through one in which you have no idea what they're saying. Being monolingual is so lame. BUT they had a photo booth at the reception and that's fun no matter what language you speak.

We left the reception early to make the 8 o'clock showing of Cavalia, which was also beyond gorgeous. If you haven't heard of it, here's a little clip:



When we arrived, there was puddles of water everywhere outside of the tent and small snow heaps in the corners of the parking lot. SNOW? In Burbank?! I was utterly confused, but we were hurrying to our seats, so I didn't give it much more thought. As the show enveloped me and as I reconsidered my profession (it's never too late to join the circus, right?), it occurred to me that there was a very strong theme of seasons throughout the production. At one point fake snow even fell on the audience. SNOW? That reminded me - there was snow outside! And then I developed my theory. Cavalia was such a thorough and amazing show that they brought in snow machines to cover the parking lot outside of the big top with a winter wonderland - you know, to keep the magical mood going. It made sense - the first show was at 3, which would have been just enough time for the snow to melt before the second show. I told Ben that I had figured out Cavalia's surprise and was giddy with excitement as we made out way out of the tent...only to be greeted by frigid temperatures and a very wet parking lot. Turns out hell froze over and parts of Southern California got covered in flakes earlier that day. I was sorely disappointed.   

Despite the abrupt ending to my magical elven world wonderland fantasy, I was still mesmerized by the beauty of the horses in Cavalia. If I was less ignorant about horsemanship and horse ownership, I would probably be even more amazed. Case in point: my friend Rachael (whom you can find here and here) text me later that night: "Did you cry because you wanted to have nine Arabian horses love you? Because I didn't. :)"

Cheers to weddings, horses, and snow!