You all know where I stand on weddings (hate them.) Last weekend's event, however, may have changed my mind. A little.

The bride is Mexican and the groom is English, and the ceremony was such a sincere and simple interweaving of their cultures and personalities. I was so impressed with their vows, delivered in a duet of English and Spanish, and the way they also blended their Anglican and Jewish heritages through the food, décor and music. The band was a klezmer quartet who played Mexican songs, the cake was a re-interpretation of sticky toffee pudding with spicy Mexican chocolate, and every table was decorated with peonies, little Oaxacan figures and bottles of artisanal Mezcal.

I think because everything was so perfectly them, it felt like they really were truly getting married to each other. I hate most weddings because they're a) unimaginative, b) maudlin, c) about telegraphing your wealth, and d) more about what the families want than what the couple wants.

There was a ton of dancing, to a different band who somehow managed to play Clash songs as well as a cover of The Simpsons' theme song. Very awesome.

The week has flown by. (I say this all the time, and I understand that it's an indication of how old I'm getting. Bear with me.) We have friends in town from Boston and Santa Cruz, and it's been a tornado of dinners, drinks, hugs and laughter. I also had lunch yesterday with a friend from San Francisco I've known since 1988, and haven't seen since 1999. It was like no time had passed. (Ok, another weird thing about Time as you age -- it is simultaneously moving faster and faster into the future, while in other respects it is standing still.)