April:
A friend of my that I met working at my first job out of college, and out of Texas, was married in Richmond, Virginia. Now, I will be the LAST one to give the VA props. However, the church at University of Richmond was GORGEOUS. The entire campus was breathtaking. I couldn't believe my eyes. The groom is a firefighter and this resulted in some extra flare for this super fun affair. Shortly after the guests and brial party arrived at the reception so did a fire truck, sirens wailing, lights flashing. The bridal party and newlyweds went out and had pictures taken hanging all over this thing while the guests looked down from the terrace of the old train station. It was beautiful and a very nice twist. Another great twist was all of the firemen we met! And, because my friends and I are so charming, allowed us to get pics wearing firemen's boots in our dresses. A great photo op! This wedding was a great time. Lots of dancing, although, there were many songs at the beginning that only a few of us danced to. Hey, someone has got to get these parties started off.
May:
Oh me, oh may was emotional! One of my best guy friends from college (let's just say, we didn't "date" but maybe I should have been more open to it...too late now!) got engaged...to a gal he had been dating for a VERY brief period of time. I met her at the wedding we both attended in February. A mutual friend of ours actually texted me as a warning; he knew the news would not be taken lightly, nor happily. The msg read "Answer your phone when FRIEND calls you tonight." Is he kidding me? I knew EXACTLY what was coming and I still wasn't prepared. I got the msg as I was heading to catch the bus home. Immediately, I called the middleman and asked him WTF? Was he TRYING to give me a heart attack. He quickly told me the story and I started bawling, in public, on a bus...that takes 45 mins to get me home. It was awful. While I appreciate this particular friend's warning, it hit me like a ton of bricks and he had a MESS on his hands. Luckily, I had plenty of time to get my bearings (full disclosure, I still don't have my bearings on this one) because my friend who was now engaged didn't call that night. Or the next night. Or the next. And I began to get text msgs from friends asking if I was okay, had I heard, what was going on, etc. I couldn't respond. He hadn't even told me yet. At least a week went by and at this point it was, drumroll please...FACEBOOK OFFICIALLY. Which means, if you didn't get the memo, you aren't that important. Heart. Breaker. He did eventually call (after I emailed a nice congratulatory email-my voice would have betrayed me had I called him), while I was at work. I knew I had to answer even though I was angry and devestated, for many reasons. I took the call in an empty office and let him tell me the whole story, including the details about the size, clarity, blah blah blah, like I give a %&@$ about this ring. And, also, since when did he give a %&@$ about rings? Ugh. The convo was one of the hardest I've had, espcially since I had to keep from crying (bc 1. I was at work and 2. I can't have HIM hear me cry). I cried, anyway, silently. The craziest thing about this story was that I didn't have time to get on board. The wedding, he told me, was weeks away. Why wait? He got married in a tiny ceremony with the bare minimum of family and no friends in attendence to a woman at least 10 years his senior, with two kids, who wore a summer dress and a funky hair do. BRUTAL.
Now, also in May, I randomly (sort of drunkenly) called my best guy friend while I was on my way home from a night out. He mentioned something about his long time (a year) lady and his Grandma telling him that "she was the one." I said (sort of drunkenly) Are you going to marry her? He proceeded to tell me that yes, he probably was. Anyone want to guess what happened next? Yep! I cried, a lot and VERY unexpectly and then got off the phone, lickety split. I know the day will come when he will get engaged, and then, obviously, married. But, I didn't agree to jump for joy and hug and kiss everyone. I just agreed to be there, and I will. At least this convo has given me plenty of time to GET ON BOARD (something that clearly takes me a while). He is not yet engaged but they do have a home together.
And, another May engagement. My best guy friend from high school got engaged. He has only know his fiance (now wife) since December. I remember him telling me about this girl he just met when I was home this last Christmas. They got engaged in May and shortly after found out that she was pregnant, which meant this was a wedding on a mission, set for early September.
Needless to say, May was the month of the men and it caught me so very off guard.
July:
One of my first friends in the dorm, freshman year of college, got married at a beautiful church in Ft. Worth, Texas on the TCU campus. The ceremony was sweet and record breakingly short. Can I get an hallelujah? And, guess who was a surprise guest at this wedding? The guy I just told you about who was engaged in May to be married in September? Well, his finance went to highschool with the my girlfriend's groom. Small world! It was so good to see him and hang out with his fiancee for a little while. This wedding was gorgeous and just the right amount of Texas. Although, I'm not surprised. The bride is always perfectly cute and has an eye for exactly that. Great wedding, lots of dancing. Followed by a nice, unexpected, night out in Ft. Worth at an 80s cover band concert. Awesome.
August and forward is too be continued....
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
To be or not to be...
Prepared? When it comes to Toasts, that is the question. In the five weddings I have been a part of, I have made toasts at 4. I have two girl friends that might as well be sisters. As the maid of honor in each of their wedding's I made the obligatory toast at the rehearsal dinner. While it was my pleasure, I feared the worst. My M.O., especially at weddings, is tears...lots and lots of tears. I get emotional. Many times, more so than the mothers and fathers of these joyous couples. With four toast under my belt, I still can not decide whether it is better to be or not to be prepared.
My best friend was married less than a month after I graduated from college and the day before I moved 1500 miles away from home. There were showers and graduation parties, family reunions and farewells, unpacking and packing. Needless to say, I was busy and this was my first wedding. Next thing I knew, I was at the rehearsal dinner and someone came to let me know it would soon be time for toasts, was I ready? WAS I READY? Uhm.... The short answer was no. I scrambled to find a pen and paper (ended up using a napkin) and forget what number 7&7 I was on. There was a small, two person table outside the room where the dinner was being held and I sat down for a few minutes of quiet to try to put into words what this beautiful young woman meant to me. It was a bitch, to say the least. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many stories I wanted to share, so many memories to sift through, close to 20 years worth. Where would I start? How would I start? WHY had I just begun? I didn't have enough time. This was my BFF's BIG DAY and I was not prepared. How could I have been so absentminded. I wanted to cry and I had not even begun my toast to the almost newlyweds. The problem was, time was up. I got up there and it didn't even matter what I said because well, for starters, you couldn't understand a damn word through the waterfall of tears that were coming down. And two, she and everyone there knew how I felt and how much loved them both, it was written all over my bright red, tear-stained face. Lesson: Be prepared.
My other "sister" got married last fall and luckily for her this was not my first rodeo. I vowed to be PREPARED! Having learned my lesson as a fumbling buffoon, I would NOT make that mistake again. There were a million things I wanted to say, memories I wanted to pull from, embarrassing stories to divulge to her nearest and dearest. Not only did I prepare a toast in advance, I typed it up. I had two copies. I had never been more prepared for anything in my life! The best part was I didn't have to stress about it, not the month before, week before, day before or 5 minutes before. What's more, I had already read it 20 times. I knew that toast. I was PREPARED. What a relief! As I got the cue that it was time for me to kick off the toasts, I rose, asked for the attention of our friends and family, looked at the bride to be...and started bawling. So much for being prepared. I miraculously managed to get through the entire toast. But, people, let me tell you, it was not to be understood by anyone. I even had to stop a few times to try to collect myself. What a mess I had turned out to be. At this point in my life I am learning to accept that this is who I am and roll with it. People laughed, I was relieved.
At this months wedding I was just a grooms woman, not a person of honor, so I was in the clear. Scratch that. I thought I was in the clear. The bride asked if I would make a toast. In case you aren't sure, let me say it again. It's not my day we are talking about folks. If the bride asks something of you, you do it, end of story. I was happy/anxious to do it. At this wedding was my crowd of guy friends from high school. Guy friends I met as a result of dating my ex (a fellow grooms person). Did I mention that I was anxious? On top of that, I had never made a toast from the groom's side. Don't get me wrong, I love this bride. I think she's phenomenal and I could not imagine a more sublime fit for my dear friend, the groom. But, when you make a speech from the bride's side you are expected to cry and say heartfelt mushy things. I can do that. It's not that I didn't have them to say to this groom, I did-I always do. I just didn't feel like it was my place. I needed to be funny. What's that? PRESSURE!!! Oh yes, I know the feeling. Here we go again.
I flew in town Thursday before the wedding to attend a lunch the bride threw for the female bridal party attendant, was honored to be included. I told myself I would work on the speech between the lunch and the rehearsal. There was not much to worry about as I had jotted down ideas during my plane ride home. Unfortunately, with the rehearsal at 5 across town and having to get semi-dolled up, that didn't leave much time in between. In fact, I barely had time to come home shower, get cute and pick up my fellow grooms people for the rehearsal. Word to the wise, in case you ddin't know, rehearsal equals night numero uno (or dos, in this case) of agressive drinking. I knew there would be no working on it until the following day, also known as the BIG DAY. I get up, get showered and pack my bag. Groom's mother and sister will be by to pick me up at 10:30 am. Since I have done this a time or two, packing was a cinch. And, since, as I revealed in the earlier post, I do not do makeup, there's not much to it. Dress, check. Shoes, check, PJs and clothes for tomorrow, check. Toothbrush/paste, check. Deodorant, check. Done and done. Long story short (or shorter, sorry!), the day got away from be. Between popping in on the boys and relaxing with the ladies while we got our hair and make up done, painted each others nails and enjoyed a BEAUTIFUL suite of luxury, it was time for pictures before I knew it. Pictures is where the day starts, well for the guys. Girls are a different story. Pics are followed by more pics are followed by guests arriving is following by getting bridal party cued up is followed by us walking down the aisle is followed by Bride entering and wedding officially beginning. The rest is a whirlwind, anyone can tell you. Not long after dinner, the DJ comes to find me for the toasts. Four of us are up there to congratulate our dear friends. I am after the best man and maid of honor. I am SICK with anxiety. Where do I start? What do I say? Can I maintain a shred of composure? Will it be funny? I should have drank more. Please think of something funny. PLEASE! What? It's my turn? ALREADY? I followed the people of honor's lead with the "how I first met groom" story because I thought it was funny. It's not that funny, actually. But, I thought I could make it funny. Let me rephrase, I thought my NORMAL, calm, cool self could make it funny. I was clearly not this person. Anyway, I told a quick little ditty, very short and then it hit me...tidal wave. Abort mission. ABORT MISSION. Here it comes. You better wrap this up lady. I thought you didn't want to be embarrassed. WRAP IT UP. I had to tie the story into them being made for each other. I said, it was obvious the first time I met this groom that he liked having fun, real fun. He was outgoing and had a fire for life (paraphrasing, actually wish I would have used that) and who better to carry that fire with him than the bride who some how managed to not only keep up with him but give him a run for his money. I love you, congrats. MONSOON! It hit me, hard. I quickly passed the mic and went to give the happy couple congratulatory hugs before totally and completely loosing it. I cried for about the next 20 minutes. I couldn't stop. Even my mom thought I had lost my mind and she's the reason I am this way (Mom, I love you!). New lesson: There is no lesson.
Making toasts is a crap shoot and I've never been a very lucky person. If I could give advice I'd say tell the truth, make it funny and make it quick.
My best friend was married less than a month after I graduated from college and the day before I moved 1500 miles away from home. There were showers and graduation parties, family reunions and farewells, unpacking and packing. Needless to say, I was busy and this was my first wedding. Next thing I knew, I was at the rehearsal dinner and someone came to let me know it would soon be time for toasts, was I ready? WAS I READY? Uhm.... The short answer was no. I scrambled to find a pen and paper (ended up using a napkin) and forget what number 7&7 I was on. There was a small, two person table outside the room where the dinner was being held and I sat down for a few minutes of quiet to try to put into words what this beautiful young woman meant to me. It was a bitch, to say the least. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many stories I wanted to share, so many memories to sift through, close to 20 years worth. Where would I start? How would I start? WHY had I just begun? I didn't have enough time. This was my BFF's BIG DAY and I was not prepared. How could I have been so absentminded. I wanted to cry and I had not even begun my toast to the almost newlyweds. The problem was, time was up. I got up there and it didn't even matter what I said because well, for starters, you couldn't understand a damn word through the waterfall of tears that were coming down. And two, she and everyone there knew how I felt and how much loved them both, it was written all over my bright red, tear-stained face. Lesson: Be prepared.
My other "sister" got married last fall and luckily for her this was not my first rodeo. I vowed to be PREPARED! Having learned my lesson as a fumbling buffoon, I would NOT make that mistake again. There were a million things I wanted to say, memories I wanted to pull from, embarrassing stories to divulge to her nearest and dearest. Not only did I prepare a toast in advance, I typed it up. I had two copies. I had never been more prepared for anything in my life! The best part was I didn't have to stress about it, not the month before, week before, day before or 5 minutes before. What's more, I had already read it 20 times. I knew that toast. I was PREPARED. What a relief! As I got the cue that it was time for me to kick off the toasts, I rose, asked for the attention of our friends and family, looked at the bride to be...and started bawling. So much for being prepared. I miraculously managed to get through the entire toast. But, people, let me tell you, it was not to be understood by anyone. I even had to stop a few times to try to collect myself. What a mess I had turned out to be. At this point in my life I am learning to accept that this is who I am and roll with it. People laughed, I was relieved.
At this months wedding I was just a grooms woman, not a person of honor, so I was in the clear. Scratch that. I thought I was in the clear. The bride asked if I would make a toast. In case you aren't sure, let me say it again. It's not my day we are talking about folks. If the bride asks something of you, you do it, end of story. I was happy/anxious to do it. At this wedding was my crowd of guy friends from high school. Guy friends I met as a result of dating my ex (a fellow grooms person). Did I mention that I was anxious? On top of that, I had never made a toast from the groom's side. Don't get me wrong, I love this bride. I think she's phenomenal and I could not imagine a more sublime fit for my dear friend, the groom. But, when you make a speech from the bride's side you are expected to cry and say heartfelt mushy things. I can do that. It's not that I didn't have them to say to this groom, I did-I always do. I just didn't feel like it was my place. I needed to be funny. What's that? PRESSURE!!! Oh yes, I know the feeling. Here we go again.
I flew in town Thursday before the wedding to attend a lunch the bride threw for the female bridal party attendant, was honored to be included. I told myself I would work on the speech between the lunch and the rehearsal. There was not much to worry about as I had jotted down ideas during my plane ride home. Unfortunately, with the rehearsal at 5 across town and having to get semi-dolled up, that didn't leave much time in between. In fact, I barely had time to come home shower, get cute and pick up my fellow grooms people for the rehearsal. Word to the wise, in case you ddin't know, rehearsal equals night numero uno (or dos, in this case) of agressive drinking. I knew there would be no working on it until the following day, also known as the BIG DAY. I get up, get showered and pack my bag. Groom's mother and sister will be by to pick me up at 10:30 am. Since I have done this a time or two, packing was a cinch. And, since, as I revealed in the earlier post, I do not do makeup, there's not much to it. Dress, check. Shoes, check, PJs and clothes for tomorrow, check. Toothbrush/paste, check. Deodorant, check. Done and done. Long story short (or shorter, sorry!), the day got away from be. Between popping in on the boys and relaxing with the ladies while we got our hair and make up done, painted each others nails and enjoyed a BEAUTIFUL suite of luxury, it was time for pictures before I knew it. Pictures is where the day starts, well for the guys. Girls are a different story. Pics are followed by more pics are followed by guests arriving is following by getting bridal party cued up is followed by us walking down the aisle is followed by Bride entering and wedding officially beginning. The rest is a whirlwind, anyone can tell you. Not long after dinner, the DJ comes to find me for the toasts. Four of us are up there to congratulate our dear friends. I am after the best man and maid of honor. I am SICK with anxiety. Where do I start? What do I say? Can I maintain a shred of composure? Will it be funny? I should have drank more. Please think of something funny. PLEASE! What? It's my turn? ALREADY? I followed the people of honor's lead with the "how I first met groom" story because I thought it was funny. It's not that funny, actually. But, I thought I could make it funny. Let me rephrase, I thought my NORMAL, calm, cool self could make it funny. I was clearly not this person. Anyway, I told a quick little ditty, very short and then it hit me...tidal wave. Abort mission. ABORT MISSION. Here it comes. You better wrap this up lady. I thought you didn't want to be embarrassed. WRAP IT UP. I had to tie the story into them being made for each other. I said, it was obvious the first time I met this groom that he liked having fun, real fun. He was outgoing and had a fire for life (paraphrasing, actually wish I would have used that) and who better to carry that fire with him than the bride who some how managed to not only keep up with him but give him a run for his money. I love you, congrats. MONSOON! It hit me, hard. I quickly passed the mic and went to give the happy couple congratulatory hugs before totally and completely loosing it. I cried for about the next 20 minutes. I couldn't stop. Even my mom thought I had lost my mind and she's the reason I am this way (Mom, I love you!). New lesson: There is no lesson.
Making toasts is a crap shoot and I've never been a very lucky person. If I could give advice I'd say tell the truth, make it funny and make it quick.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Making up is hard to do
And in this case, I am talking about cosmetics, not actually making up. I, for one, do not really wear make up. It wasn't something that I grew up wearing or ever really learned to use. I get that it is probably not terribly difficult to learn, but I have just never really seen the need. Mascara is pretty easy and so, from time to time, (special occasions) I apply it accordingly. Eye shadow is a little trickier but can usually be figured out, although I use it much less often bc (full disclosure) I ended up looking a bit...fast? You know what I mean. So, when a bride tells you that there will be a make up artist day-of to do people's faces, I normally oblige. After all, I don't want to stand out as the ugly duckling (and as I said, I can't do my own). That was until this past weekend. We had two options, well technically three (as if I could actually opt out, please!). There was either "regular" make up or air brush. Well, in my ignorance, regular sounded much less crazy than air brush. Ladies, I am here to tell you, do not be fooled as I was. I sat down to get my "base coat" applied and was surprised, to put it midly, by the cold goop being brushed onto my face. It was wet, wet and very very cold. I tried to be a trooper, as I do at all weddings. After all, this is not MY big day. When she was done with said base coat I, of course, moseyed on over to the nearest mirror and took a peek. Oh Lord, how ill-prepared was I. WARNING: Content is about to get graphic!! My face looked like that of a dead bloated body, colorless, wrinkleless (but in a bad/fake way) and wet. Ugh. Sorry for the visual. Whatever color my face might normally have had drained out after the sneak peek. I vowed to stay away from ALL mirrors until the make up application was complete. Eventually she began the rest, asking what look I wanted. I appreciate that this might be a nice question for some people, but what the hell do I know? I replied, "Fun?" She gave me a look. So I tried to explain. Obviously, I am a baby when it comes to this but I didn't mind a little make up. I am paying good money here, I'd like to look good. What I would NOT like is to look like a whore, I explained. She got the message, loud and clear. Anyway, at this point we were rushed for time. I needed to put my dress on and RUN down to the Groom's quarters for pictures in 5 minutes. I was totally embarrassed for the guys to see me althought they didn't poke too much fun. However, I realized I had made a grave error in judgement when (no, I didn't look in the mirror again the whole night) I gave the bride's father a hug. When I pulled away I saw that my "face" had gotten ALL OVER HIS LAPEL. Hello people! What the fuck good is make up that doesn't stay on. Am I not supposed to HUG anyone at this WEDDING? Also, I like to hug. Nay. I LOVE to hug. This was going to be a problem. I headed straight to the ladiesroom to find ANYTHING to blot my face, preventing future mishaps before pictures were taken.
I have yet to see the professional pictures that were taken at the wedding. I will be sure to report back if the cakey, gooey, wet make up is worth the money or if throwin' down a few more bills for air brush (never wet) would have been.
I have yet to see the professional pictures that were taken at the wedding. I will be sure to report back if the cakey, gooey, wet make up is worth the money or if throwin' down a few more bills for air brush (never wet) would have been.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Don't be afraid to break from Tradition
You, and everyone else, might be glad you did. Please don't get me wrong. Tradition has its place. I am simply suggesting that it doesn't have to have it's place at your wedding.
This weekend I attended (and was in, of course) the wedding of a friend of mine from high school. It was the MOST nontraditional wedding I have ever been to. What's more, I can't imagine going to a more original wedding. They out did themselves.
For starters, my friend, the groom, had two grooms women (his sister and myself) and two groomsmen. The bride, also my friend, had three bridesmaids and a brides man. Yes, I realize that this happens from time to time, but it was the first wedding I had been to where there were both sexes on both sides. And, this was just the beginning of tradition being broken. A live String quartet played Coldplay's In My Place ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4ih6KLOUMo ) during the processional. It was beautiful. The bridal party walked down to the front, alternating between groom's side and bride's side ending with the maid of honor. There were no flower girls or ring bearers. There was also no priest, rabbi or any other religious figure. The wedding coordinator doubled as the officiant (that caught me off guard too). The vows were 100% original and fit these two to a T. It was beautiful. They had each clearly put lots of effort and thought into what they would say. I have never heard any vows so personal and it actually made the ceremony much more special and fun. Honestly, can you count how many times you have heard "and I promise to honor, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer" blah blah blah? Everyone says that! It was awesome. BIG PROPS to this bride and groom for originality.
After the ceremony the bridal party exited with the newly weds for MORE PICTURES. That's just one of those things you can't get around. However, rather than leave the guests waiting, a cocktail hour had been scheduled and they were herded into a room directly behind where the ceremony took place for a BEAUTIFUL hour of drinks and light hors d'oeuvres (which were so delicious-crab cakes, bruschetta, and cheesy lobster pastries). After pictures, the guests had been seated in the giant ballroom by name, obviously, this was a classy affair. The lights went off and the DJ introduced the Bride and Groom for what the guests thought would be the first dance. Turns out, they introduced the bridal party after the Bride and Groom, in three different groups, each group with one guy. The guys were escorted by either one or two attendants. It should be noted that ALL us danced in, throwing our drinks and shoes at our table on the way to the dance floor where we broke it down. Then, as the spotlight found the guy of the group and the ladies made their way to the side, the DJ proceeded to ROAST the guys. It was awesome! We (the attendants) were not told any of this until about 5 minutes before it happened as we were handed our favorite cocktail and lined up outside the ballroom. The Roasts were pretty legit too. The crowd was roaring.
There was no mother-son dance, no father-daughter dance, only the FIRST dance. This wedding was about two people and celebrating that union. It was truly their moment in the sun and they shined like I have never seen two people shine. My father, a man of few words, told me that it was the best wedding to which he has ever been. I think that sums it up.
Oh, did I mention they served Sea Bass AND steak, both cooked to perfection. I wanted seconds, and the night to last forever.
Bravo, Friends, Bravo! I love you, both. Congratulations.
This weekend I attended (and was in, of course) the wedding of a friend of mine from high school. It was the MOST nontraditional wedding I have ever been to. What's more, I can't imagine going to a more original wedding. They out did themselves.
For starters, my friend, the groom, had two grooms women (his sister and myself) and two groomsmen. The bride, also my friend, had three bridesmaids and a brides man. Yes, I realize that this happens from time to time, but it was the first wedding I had been to where there were both sexes on both sides. And, this was just the beginning of tradition being broken. A live String quartet played Coldplay's In My Place ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4ih6KLOUMo ) during the processional. It was beautiful. The bridal party walked down to the front, alternating between groom's side and bride's side ending with the maid of honor. There were no flower girls or ring bearers. There was also no priest, rabbi or any other religious figure. The wedding coordinator doubled as the officiant (that caught me off guard too). The vows were 100% original and fit these two to a T. It was beautiful. They had each clearly put lots of effort and thought into what they would say. I have never heard any vows so personal and it actually made the ceremony much more special and fun. Honestly, can you count how many times you have heard "and I promise to honor, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer" blah blah blah? Everyone says that! It was awesome. BIG PROPS to this bride and groom for originality.
After the ceremony the bridal party exited with the newly weds for MORE PICTURES. That's just one of those things you can't get around. However, rather than leave the guests waiting, a cocktail hour had been scheduled and they were herded into a room directly behind where the ceremony took place for a BEAUTIFUL hour of drinks and light hors d'oeuvres (which were so delicious-crab cakes, bruschetta, and cheesy lobster pastries). After pictures, the guests had been seated in the giant ballroom by name, obviously, this was a classy affair. The lights went off and the DJ introduced the Bride and Groom for what the guests thought would be the first dance. Turns out, they introduced the bridal party after the Bride and Groom, in three different groups, each group with one guy. The guys were escorted by either one or two attendants. It should be noted that ALL us danced in, throwing our drinks and shoes at our table on the way to the dance floor where we broke it down. Then, as the spotlight found the guy of the group and the ladies made their way to the side, the DJ proceeded to ROAST the guys. It was awesome! We (the attendants) were not told any of this until about 5 minutes before it happened as we were handed our favorite cocktail and lined up outside the ballroom. The Roasts were pretty legit too. The crowd was roaring.
There was no mother-son dance, no father-daughter dance, only the FIRST dance. This wedding was about two people and celebrating that union. It was truly their moment in the sun and they shined like I have never seen two people shine. My father, a man of few words, told me that it was the best wedding to which he has ever been. I think that sums it up.
Oh, did I mention they served Sea Bass AND steak, both cooked to perfection. I wanted seconds, and the night to last forever.
Bravo, Friends, Bravo! I love you, both. Congratulations.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Have you seen my friend?
Remember? She was the one that had Sex with an Aligator? Hmm,come to think of it, we both did.
Last night CaliGali and I went out to celebrate her recent engagement. When she took a bathroom break I asked the bartender if he could make us something unique. I told him we were there for a special occasion, an engagement. He says to me, "How about Sex with an Alligator?" I look at him like, "WTF, are you kidding?" But let's be honest, I am no bartender. I drink beer, almost exclusively. So, I put my trust in this man, after all, it's his job to make drinks...drinks that get him tips.
CaliGali returns from the ladies room to find said bartender carefully pouring JAGER into martini glasses. After giving me the "those aren't for us, are they" look, I had to nod my head, apologetically. Needless to say, the drink was not engagementy in the least. Why I didn't decipher this, with gusto, upon hearing the name, no one knows. However, I think it should have been called Donatello or Michelangelo or some other reference to the Ninja turtles because it was green, brown and layered (sounds delicious, right?). Oh, did I mention it had raspberry something. I hate raspberry. Every time I order a mixed drink/"surprise me" shot, I have this reaction. But why on earth am I surprised? This stranger (bartender) has no idea I don't like raspberry.... Let's just say, lesson learned (I hope).
Happy engagement, CaliGali. The ring is breathtaking!! So excited for y'all.
In other news, I leave tomorrow for the wedding of a friend of mine from high school. He has asked me to be a groomswoman, at which I jumped to the challenge. And challenge it was, people. Have you Ladies ever planned a bachelor party? It's not easy. Post on that to come.
Last night CaliGali and I went out to celebrate her recent engagement. When she took a bathroom break I asked the bartender if he could make us something unique. I told him we were there for a special occasion, an engagement. He says to me, "How about Sex with an Alligator?" I look at him like, "WTF, are you kidding?" But let's be honest, I am no bartender. I drink beer, almost exclusively. So, I put my trust in this man, after all, it's his job to make drinks...drinks that get him tips.
CaliGali returns from the ladies room to find said bartender carefully pouring JAGER into martini glasses. After giving me the "those aren't for us, are they" look, I had to nod my head, apologetically. Needless to say, the drink was not engagementy in the least. Why I didn't decipher this, with gusto, upon hearing the name, no one knows. However, I think it should have been called Donatello or Michelangelo or some other reference to the Ninja turtles because it was green, brown and layered (sounds delicious, right?). Oh, did I mention it had raspberry something. I hate raspberry. Every time I order a mixed drink/"surprise me" shot, I have this reaction. But why on earth am I surprised? This stranger (bartender) has no idea I don't like raspberry.... Let's just say, lesson learned (I hope).
Happy engagement, CaliGali. The ring is breathtaking!! So excited for y'all.
In other news, I leave tomorrow for the wedding of a friend of mine from high school. He has asked me to be a groomswoman, at which I jumped to the challenge. And challenge it was, people. Have you Ladies ever planned a bachelor party? It's not easy. Post on that to come.
Welcome to my Blog!
A good friend of mine has been encouraging me to start a blog for quite some time. You see, I love weddings. And, as luck (luck, ha!) may have it, I have been honored to be a part of several weddings thus far in my VERY young life. While being a part of your friend's special day is an honor, it's also expensive, exhausting, stressful, annoying, awesome and fun, among other things. With that said, there is a story (most often, stories) for each bride, groom, wedding, venue and all other memories to put down on paper, or blog, as it were. So begins my attempt to share with you some of my favorites, but mostly to make you laugh. This blog will be dedicated to many friends throughout my rantings, but to start, CaliGali, this one is for you. Congrats on your engagement! I promise not to write anything too embarrassing about how Bridezillaish you become. Oh, wait! No, I do not promise that, it's why I have given you a code name. Consider this blog an opportunity to stay humble...
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