What She Wore: jean capris, white american flag t-shirt from target, flip flops. This is not glamorous I know, but I’m working bible school this week and it’s outside.
Getting together with your friends from college is always a treat. These are the people that witnessed some of the biggest growth you’ll ever have and they still like you. I would also venture to say that these are some of the people I trust the most and who have helped me become the person I am today. Because of all these things, whenever the gang gets together, things can get a little ridiculous. Ok, a lot.
I’ll start with the rehearsal.
We pulled into the hotel with thirty minutes to be ready and downstairs. I chose to wear the spandex knit, flapper-esque dress that required no ironing since I didn’t really have time for that. I paired it with some fabulous black and white spectators with a peep-toe and a four-inch heel. I also brought this adorable leather clutch with giant peals on it’s chain strap. My husband declared the purse gaudy, and it made Karla describe me as an eccentric dresser. I tell you, that purse was amazing.
The rehearsal dinner was held at an Italian restaurant downtown and we convinced one of the Hub’s fraternity brothers to drive us. At the dinner, we proceeded to show the yankees what real south Louisiana drinking looks like. I decided to just get two drinks rather than having to get up to go to the bar again. Not my smartest move. After two heavy-handed bourbon and cokes (we were in Kentucky) I began throwing m&m’s at the bridal party. I also cursed at some cousins about immigration reform (it was friendly cursing–I was just trying to make my point).
Post-dinner, I probably would have been Ok, except my Hub had also had some drinks, and yanked on my arm a little too hard. I’ll use that as my excuse to explain why I FELL DOWN. I could also blame the four-inch heels, but you should never punish a good pair of shoes. And of course my good buddies rushed to my aid when they saw what had happened–oh no wait, they were trying to take my picture. I then fell asleep, thank goodness.
The next day we did the hair and makeup thing, and my friend Karla made me look way better than I do in real-life (thanks, girl). The bride’s mom showed up and plied us with mimosas, finger sandwiches, and scones. Seriously, when you’re with people from south LA, the eating and drinking never stops.
The wedding was a gorgeous, outside affair complete with fan-style programs and guests in floppy hats. The bride arrived in a horse and carriage and it’s the first time in a long time that I’ve wanted to cry at a wedding. I employed the ever useful up-and-out tissue dab to prevent any makeup malfunctions.
The reception was an all-night shindig with open bar, mashed potato bar, multi-flavored cake, a carving station with two meats, and a salsa bar. I was seated entirely too close to a massive table of cheese and that’s why I must watch my calorie intake in the near future. I believe I actually ate my weight in cheese. At each place was a mint julep cup filled with homemade bourbon balls. I would have consumed more of these, but I was slowly turning into a piece of swiss, so I brought most of them home–yummy!
The songs chosen by the couple filled us with tears, and then we proceeded to party like it was 1999 ( I’m cheesy, I know). By the end of the night I’d imbibed too much and was making friends with the wait-staff–I actually pinched the cheeks of a server–thank goodness I live in a completely different state.
Now, I’m in recovery. I feel like I ran a marathon. I have muscles that hurt that I didn’t even know I had. But, I had a great time
Please enjoy the photos in my album while they last–they’re incriminating, so they won’t last long!