"But where did the rubber band go?!" "We're gonna die!"
My husband farted. It smelled really bad. He said he did it in the hallway, but I could smell it all the way in here, so it totally doesn't count. X(
The whole wedding thing went off very nicely indeed; thanks for everyone's good wishes. Friends came in Friday; we rehearsed briefly, ate at Carrabba's, then had a wild and crazy night watching the original Night of the Living Dead and Justice League: Crisis on Two Earths (dun care about DC heroes, but that one's just awesome), aaaand then playing Catan. Then, the next morning, Dad made food, and we went next door to play with the neighbors' golden retriever, Autumn, only to discover that they were dog-sitting for a friend, and we also had a Lab named Amber to contend with. Worst guard dogs ever. ♥ OH BOY PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW COMIN IN MY YARD YAAAAY (As usual with big, happy, doofy canines, the only problem arose when Amber failed to realize that banging your open mouth into a hoomin hand is bad, because teeth are sharper than flesh, and the hoomin will not like it very much.)
After introducing J.C. to the majesties of Subject Beef, kmccullough83, woodchipfairy and I checked in early at the Inn on the Riverwalk and played Crazy 8s till it was three hours before marriage tiems and I had to get de-filthed. The tub in our honeymoon suite was so tall that I literally needed to use the steps to get in; once I had, I alternated great pins-and-needles for my cold feet submerged in hot water, terror at pressing the whirlpool button and discovering it was in fact really fucking loud, and then nnnngh awesome, at which point the girls had the decency to go buy snacks instead of listening to me make sound effects all day.
The rest of the day went fast. I remember laughing at Mom, who at one point was crouching to nom on shards of fresh pecan she'd found on our little private balcony ("MOTHER. COULD YOU PLEASE NOT EAT OFF THE GROUND" was never an envisioned part of my wedding day); I remember the only real point of distress as my forgetfulness in retrieving my strapless bra - which, no, Mom, you should not ask Chris to bring with him from the house, as a matter of fact for Christ's sake please don't ask my brother to fetch my undergarments for me DX - because my otherwise gorgeous dress was a little foldy-inny in the bodice and looked funky without it, and my dear sweet mother somehow thought it would be a good idea to suggest stuffing my top with kleenex or--oh, look, here's a hand towel! *fold fold* I almost cried. :| Mom bade me forget she ever suggested it, while Aunt Kitty helped me tuck in the straps of my everyday bra and stuff it in there, et voila, I didn't look weird anymore.
The weather was fucking flawless. 70-ish degrees, just enough daylight, shady, lots of trees, by the San Antonio River, and a harp playing the main theme of FFVII as Dad and I walked down a winding stone path...hoooooly shit. I just. ♥ And now we're married and all I have to worry about is writing thank-you notes as the last presents trickle in.
We got one package at the reception, and nearly a dozen cards, every single one of which contained something very very good. We had enough that I got Persona 4 the next day at Rivercenter Mall, because I'm curious about how hard people crap their pants over that game, and Mike picked up Super Scribblenauts and Portal 2; there's the most magnificent anime/toy store in existence over there, too, at which I very eventually chose an original Odin and Sleipnir FFVIII Guardian Force in the original box. They. EVERYTHING. THEY HAVE EVERYTHIIIIIING
Then Target happened and now there's FFXIII, Fallout: New Vegas, that Ico/Shadow of the Colossus rerelease set, a new PS3 controller, 20 bucks in PSN monies (Scott Pilgrim! Whooo), and The Hangover, for only 7 bucks after gift cards. :3
My only regrets for the weekend are, in order, 1. not getting to spend a hell of a lot more time with people, 2. forgetting to give the bridesmaids their gifts - which were in my purse all day Friday, having arrived just in time and everything, thanks, Mom's scatterbrain genes - and 3. we forgot to watch this the night before like I've always wanted:
Now, headache, and to keep Mike company. Peace out, all.
The whole wedding thing went off very nicely indeed; thanks for everyone's good wishes. Friends came in Friday; we rehearsed briefly, ate at Carrabba's, then had a wild and crazy night watching the original Night of the Living Dead and Justice League: Crisis on Two Earths (dun care about DC heroes, but that one's just awesome), aaaand then playing Catan. Then, the next morning, Dad made food, and we went next door to play with the neighbors' golden retriever, Autumn, only to discover that they were dog-sitting for a friend, and we also had a Lab named Amber to contend with. Worst guard dogs ever. ♥ OH BOY PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW COMIN IN MY YARD YAAAAY (As usual with big, happy, doofy canines, the only problem arose when Amber failed to realize that banging your open mouth into a hoomin hand is bad, because teeth are sharper than flesh, and the hoomin will not like it very much.)
After introducing J.C. to the majesties of Subject Beef, kmccullough83, woodchipfairy and I checked in early at the Inn on the Riverwalk and played Crazy 8s till it was three hours before marriage tiems and I had to get de-filthed. The tub in our honeymoon suite was so tall that I literally needed to use the steps to get in; once I had, I alternated great pins-and-needles for my cold feet submerged in hot water, terror at pressing the whirlpool button and discovering it was in fact really fucking loud, and then nnnngh awesome, at which point the girls had the decency to go buy snacks instead of listening to me make sound effects all day.
The rest of the day went fast. I remember laughing at Mom, who at one point was crouching to nom on shards of fresh pecan she'd found on our little private balcony ("MOTHER. COULD YOU PLEASE NOT EAT OFF THE GROUND" was never an envisioned part of my wedding day); I remember the only real point of distress as my forgetfulness in retrieving my strapless bra - which, no, Mom, you should not ask Chris to bring with him from the house, as a matter of fact for Christ's sake please don't ask my brother to fetch my undergarments for me DX - because my otherwise gorgeous dress was a little foldy-inny in the bodice and looked funky without it, and my dear sweet mother somehow thought it would be a good idea to suggest stuffing my top with kleenex or--oh, look, here's a hand towel! *fold fold* I almost cried. :| Mom bade me forget she ever suggested it, while Aunt Kitty helped me tuck in the straps of my everyday bra and stuff it in there, et voila, I didn't look weird anymore.
The weather was fucking flawless. 70-ish degrees, just enough daylight, shady, lots of trees, by the San Antonio River, and a harp playing the main theme of FFVII as Dad and I walked down a winding stone path...hoooooly shit. I just. ♥ And now we're married and all I have to worry about is writing thank-you notes as the last presents trickle in.
We got one package at the reception, and nearly a dozen cards, every single one of which contained something very very good. We had enough that I got Persona 4 the next day at Rivercenter Mall, because I'm curious about how hard people crap their pants over that game, and Mike picked up Super Scribblenauts and Portal 2; there's the most magnificent anime/toy store in existence over there, too, at which I very eventually chose an original Odin and Sleipnir FFVIII Guardian Force in the original box. They. EVERYTHING. THEY HAVE EVERYTHIIIIIING
Then Target happened and now there's FFXIII, Fallout: New Vegas, that Ico/Shadow of the Colossus rerelease set, a new PS3 controller, 20 bucks in PSN monies (Scott Pilgrim! Whooo), and The Hangover, for only 7 bucks after gift cards. :3
My only regrets for the weekend are, in order, 1. not getting to spend a hell of a lot more time with people, 2. forgetting to give the bridesmaids their gifts - which were in my purse all day Friday, having arrived just in time and everything, thanks, Mom's scatterbrain genes - and 3. we forgot to watch this the night before like I've always wanted:
Click to viewNow, headache, and to keep Mike company. Peace out, all.