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31, UCLA & finding my religion

Fire hydrant 31

It’s hot out there, folks. Stay hydrated.

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I got through the work day with some help from my Puro Pedo Magazine colleagues. We started making up titles for fake research papers on Latino movies. I offered up a few including “We have to be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more American than the Americans: Poch@ identity formation in Selena.

That’d be a neat dissertation topic, no? I’m already interested in racial/ethnic identity formation… it could happen. Or not.

I should probably just focus on Latino college students majoring in the sciences. I find those kids interesting. Just don’t ask me to remember their names.

Yesterday afternoon, one of the sophomores in the Program (aka Job1) spotted me at St. Augustine, a church in Culver City. I’ve passed by dozens of time while driving and running, but had never attended a service there. We got to St. Augustine with 15 minutes to spare before Mass and walked around the grounds. As we walked toward the school and parking lot, two young women passed by. The woman in a yellow sundress doubled back.

“Cindy!”

I was surprised she knew my name. She picked up on this.

“Hi! I’m in [program]! I’m a sophomore.”

“Oh, hi! Um… you’ll have to tell me your name, I forget students’ names all the time.”

I felt so embarrassed that I didn’t recognize her at all. The name thing happens more often. After their fall quarter freshman seminar, I only see the 80+ students a few times a quarter and interact with them mainly through email. I’d have to make flash cards to remember everyone’s names. I see current/former [Program] students all the time on campus, but have never seen one off campus unless it was a UCLA-related event.

She told me her name and I introduced her to Sean. I told her it was our fist time visiting St. Augustine, her home parish. She invited us to grab some food and cake at the anniversary celebration for the sisters associated with the parish, but we were full.

I’ve been pretty spotty on Mass attendance since going away to college. I’m working on getting back in the habit thanks to Fr. Ricky at St. John Vianney. When Sean and I met with him about having our wedding at SJV, he reminded me that I need to practice my faith as part of my preparation for the sacrament of marriage. Attending only on holidays, Lent and the occasional wedding wasn’t going to cut it.

Sean — who grew up Lutheran — has been accompanying me to Mass. When we’re in Hacienda Heights on a Sunday, we go to SJV. When we’re in LA (most Sundays), we’ve been going to St. Timothy in Rancho Park. Yesterday we skipped their noon service in favor of the 5 pm youth service at St. Augustine in Culver City. I generally like youth services, they’re much livelier. I like St. Timothy, but I haven’t been able to make it through a service without breaking in to giggle fits thanks to a man his 60s/70s always sits front and center. First, he has an interesting look. He has a big belly, a beard and long gray/white hair he twists so it sits atop his head (kinda like a Snork). His hair makes him easy to spot. Second, he draws out the final word of hymns long after everyone else has finished singing. It’s rather odd to hear his deep voice hang over with “eviiiiiiiil” or “peeeeeeace” in an otherwise silent church. The first time he did it, we were surprised. The next few times we tried unsuccessfully to suppress giggles.

I need to pick a new parish. SJV is great, but I won’t go to Mass weekly if I have to drive 30-45 minutes just to make it there. St. Augustine offers more Masses, including a Spanish service at noon and the youth service at fives. St. Timothy’s latest service is at noon and it’ll help me work on keeping a straight face.

Any tips on choosing a church or parish?

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Where we’ll say “I do” and dance our first dance

Shortly after we got engaged, Sean and I started planning. Sort of. We checked out the usual wedding planning sites. They suggested making tentative guest lists to narrow down venues. I made a family list. It was bigger than what those wedding sites label a big wedding. With my friends, Sean’s family and friends, the list grew quickly. We had a round number and started searching for venues that would accommodate our JaMexican wedding reception.

Since I know Southern California, I did the search. Yelp was a much more useful source than the Knot. I also added venues where I had attended weddings or saw listed on discussion threads about large Los Angeles venues (that were not hotels, ‘cause, um, we can’t afford hotels). I made the spreadsheet and passed on the task of contacting the venues to Sean.

Sean did a great job and soon we had more info. We cut out venues that didn’t meet our needs and started planning visits.

THE PAVILION
Sean, my dad and I visited the Pavilion at the Industry Hills Equestrian Center in May. Even though it was empty, it looked smaller than it had when I attended a cousin’s wedding there in 2006. The pros for the Pavilion:
+ Capacity up to 350
+ Allowed you to bring outside catering
+ Close to the church, my family’s home
+ Plenty of parking
+ Not part of a hotel, but around the corner from the Pacific Palms hotel

The cons:
– No BYO alcohol; you have to go with their bar service for all beverages and alcohol
– No day-of event staff aside from the bartenders and required security

When we got home and did the math, we found that the Pavilion wasn’t as much of a bargain as we hoped. With the venue cost and bar service, it was pricier than we expected. Plus, after reading several wedding blogs, Sean was worried about the lack of day-of event staff. He didn’t feel confident that a bartender would be able to handle something going wrong with the venue. We never called back the woman who showed us around.

BACKYARD WEDDING

The party set-up

For the next six weeks, we stopped actively searching for venues and didn’t schedule any more visits with the venues on the short-list. We began to consider a backyard wedding.

val's quince

It started off as a joke with my cousin Nancy while we were at her house. My tío Pancho and tía Martha have hosted several large parties in their spacious backyard including one wedding and all three of their daughters’ quinceañeras.

“How many people did you have here for Valerie’s quinceañera?” I asked. I think they said about 200, but I’m not sure.

val's quince

Unfortunately, it soon became evident that while my family has hosted many parties at our home, as has my tía Martha and tío Pancho, those backyards would be too small for a bicoastal wedding. Plus, an outdoor wedding in late summer might be uncomfortable. September is a hot month.

ST JOHN VIANNEY – THE CHURCH
In June we finally got around to scheduling an appointment with the busy Fr. Ricky at St John Vianney after our Yosemite trip. At our meeting on July 1, we got the details on what we would need to do to have an interfaith wedding. Sean doesn’t need to to become Catholic (he was raised Lutheran). We also learned that the church will take 4 years to rebuild. The interim church will be a large semi-permanent tent with air conditioning and flooring. Prior to the fire, SJV booked fast for weddings. Right now it’s not a popular place since there’s some uncertainty – what will the tent look like? – and many couples want the traditional church atmosphere. Fr. Ricky checked the schedule for us; September and October 2012 were wide open.

BREA COMMUNITY HALL

Brea Community Center - Community Hall

A few days after meeting with Fr. Ricky, I told my mom that we didn’t think a backyard wedding would work. She nodded. She had visited a friend’s backyard who hosted large parties to check it out, but that place wouldn’t work because of the lack of parking. Mom suggested two additional venues where she had attended weddings and parties.

That night, I looked up the Brea Community Hall; the second venue didn’t have much online. I liked what I saw:
+ Capacity of up to 320 banquet style
+ Allows outside catering
+ Allows you to bring your own alcohol and other beverages
+ Reasonable cost (lower than the Pavilion)

Over the week, I was in contact with the helpful reservation specialist, Nicole. Saturdays in September and October 2012 were currently available. Sean and I scheduled a visit for Sunday afternoon after attending an orientation for engaged couples at SJV. Mom had some time to spare and came along.

Brea is a short drive from Hacienda Heights, which would mean our guests wouldn’t have to travel too far from the ceremony to the reception. As we drove in to the Brea Community Center parking lot, my mom seemed a little confused. Although she suggested the venue, she actually had never visited. The venue she suggested had a similar name. Oops.

At the BCC, a facilities worker was happy to give us a tour of the Community Hall, outdoor patio and kitchen. He explained how the room is typically configured for weddings and answered some other questions. The room has hard wood floors, large windows which allow a lot of natural light. It’s nothing fancy, but not too plain. I liked it. Mom and I checked out the woman’s bathroom to make sure it wasn’t too small.

“I like it. I think you shouldn’t even bother with the other place,” mom said as she washed her hands in the spacious bathroom. (The other place would be Venue 3, the hall mom suggested a few days before. She did some research on the venue. The costs were comparable, but Venue 3 was much larger, accommodating up to 500.)

I nodded. She had said the words before I had a chance. We walked out of the bathrooms and met Sean in the cool hallway.

“My mom thinks we should stop looking. I agree. What do you think?”

Sean didn’t even pause before replying, “Yeah.”

On Monday morning I called Fr. Ricky to book the church for the same date we had tentatively chosen in March after getting engaged. Then I emailed Nicole about moving forward with booking the Community Hall and answering a couple of questions. On Tuesday morning we spoke about some of the additional booking details. By the afternoon I’d paid the deposit and received the contract.

It’s official. Sean and I will be getting married on September 15, 2012[1].

Notes:
[1]Yup. We’ll have to stop the dancing around 11 for un Grito de Dolores in celebration of Mexican Independence. Since this is Adrian’s birthday weekend, I already told him he can party extra hard and we’ll have the mariachi play Las Mañanitas for him.
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Cynical Cinderella

I think this was for my aunt's wedding

I’m not the princess type.
I’m not a girlie girl.
I don’t need or want a lot of frills for my wedding.
And I sure as hell won’t wear a tiara.

At least that’s what the practical me says. My inner 4-year old in a fluffy dress with matching fluffy underpants and socks and patent leather shoes has a different opinion.

I let her out once in a while. She emerges whenever I have Lori do my makeup and hair for a special event. While Lori does me up, I say we’re playing Pretty, Pretty Princess. I love singing “Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid in karaoke, not that I need the lyrics. And I plop a tiara on my head whenever I get the chance.

Cinderella carriage

These tendencies reared their tiara-crowned head on Sunday. Sean, my mom and I were on our way back to my mom’s house after visiting a reception venue. As we merged on to the exit ramp, I noticed a truck hauling a horse trailer and a Cinderella carriage.

My inner four year old oohed and said, “I want!”

I got as close to the truck as I could and made Sean take a picture. As we passed the truck, I saw the sign which read Cindy Cinderella Carriages. Really, that’s the name.

When I got home, I checked out the poorly designed website and pleaded with Sean to let me have a carriage for the wedding. I was joking. Kinda.

After all, one of my nicknames is Cinderella.

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A change in plans

Soon after Sean and I got engaged, we started checking out wedding sites and blogs. We did some initial planning. I wrote a just family guest list for my side. It was over 150 people. We didn’t have anything set just yet, but first on the list was to make an appointment to talk to one of the priests at St. John Vianney. I had no doubts that I wanted to get married at SJV. I daydreamed about it last August at my neighbor Jorge’s wedding to his high school sweetheart, Heather.

Heather and her father

I talked about having the wedding at SJV with my mom. We discussed Sean going through RCIA (he has to become Catholic first). She was really happy to hear a Catholic wedding was part of our plans.

Less than ten days later, SJV was burned down by an arsonist. After I processed the news and watched the video of the fire and viewed the photos, I immediately thought of the fall 2012 wedding I wanted. It’s not going to happen in the same church where I made my First Communion, celebrated my quinceañera, and was confirmed.

What it looks like now...

I cried when I saw the burnt doors on the LA Times photo gallery. “Those were the doors I was supposed to stand behind on my wedding day,” I thought. I’m not going to stand nervously in the narthex (foyer, sorta) with my arm hooked through my dad’s arm. He isn’t going to walk me down the aisle. I’m not going to kneel at the sanctuary in front of the altar and say my vows there in front of my family and friends. I’m not going to hear the pianist play Canon in D on the gorgeous pipe organ. My mom and Sean’s mom won’t light the candle in front of the lectern. I won’t take a bouquet to the statue of the Virgin Mary on the left side of the church. Sean and I won’t walk down the aisle together. And we won’t be greeted and congratulated by friends and family outside.

I felt somewhat selfish thinking all this, but couldn’t help it. I never envisioned what my wedding reception would look like except that it would be big and there would be a mariachi, those things were a given since I’m Mexican. But the ceremony? That was a different story.

And now it’s changed

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The reactions

A few years ago, I had a conversation with Alex about how one should spread the news about an engagement. I’m unsure if he had already asked his girlfriend to marry him. It was definitely before the Facebook engagement to Sean. Either way, we agreed that some people should not find out about life changing events like engagements or pregnancies via FB. I kept this in mind last week.

On Monday night after Sean proposed, I kept the news to my parents and siblings (except Adrian, he has an early bed time), a couple of my closest friends and roommates. Sean only called his best friend as everyone else was already asleep on the east coast. Neither one of us mentioned anything on FB or Twitter.

I spoke to Adrian as soon as I woke up on Tuesday morning. I told him the story I’d repeat several more times as I called other family members and more of my closest friends. I was often initially congratulated and asked about the marathon. The transition to the engagement was a little awkward, but all that faded away as soon as I broke the news and got some incredulous, but very happy responses.

Sean shared the news his friends on the east coast. Before I got out of bed, I had a half dozen posts on my FB offering vague congratulations.

I proceeded to email and send FB messages to cousins, aunts and uncles. Afterward, I posted on Twitter, FB and the blog. Sean did the same. I would have loved to wait to share until another mini family reunion, but containing the news was almost impossible. The nice thing about using email, FB and Twitter is that all those reactions are saved to more than just my memory.

I went through the reactions again this evening. It was a good antidote to the stress I felt Sunday night as Sean and I talked about a timeline — next fall sounds good, at least right now — and began checking out overwhelming wedding planning blogs and websites. I’ve posted some of the reactions from family and friends below. I’ll come back to it as I plan and stress to remind me that they’re not people on a guest list, just another plate at dinner or dot on a seating chart. They’re people who love and care for me and Sean and I’m blessed to have them in my life.

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