Back from Honeymoon......Ceremony, and the PARTY!
So we got stranded in SouthBend Indiana (I know, a 'B' away from 'SouthEnd' like my first honeymoon was no doubt going to be with Sarah.....love me some symmetery).....not much to do, but sit it out. The car is dead it's last big accomplishement was getting us to where we needed to be as opposed to where we wanted to be.....kinda the story of my life in someways. I didn't know we were two miles away from Notre Dame THEE Notre Dame so we visited the campus and when I realized it I kinda felt like a dink because that was a gap in knowledge; I kinda assumed that was in New England.....weird as that was; and then I couldn't get over it. The basillica was absolutely beautiful....everything from the ceilings to the stain-glass windows. That was the day where we were with it the other 2 and a half were spent just relaxing in ways I'm never able to. I always give myself somewhere to be and when I actually have the time to do it I don't because I'm too busy thinking about all the shit I could have gotten done, but when you're miles away from home it beats sleep and relaxation into you.
Flip back to Sunday where I'm toting presents and where nothing, but Ryan's rented shirt and a pair of jeans that belong to one of my bridesmaids because she stomped out of the reception. Jen had stomped out of said reception the night before because Alex effectively turned into 'Alley' inside of the limo post wedding (god the ceremony was beautiful, everyone was just bawling and my vows were the shit.....he did alright too :p ) kicking back on pretty much nothing in her stomach a Budlight lime and 2 lima-ritas. The music was bumping we're pimping around town and we get back to the party around 6. I walk in convinced I'm not going to make it anyways....I'm running on pure adrenaline, but I think what really did it was my sister Steph's (the maid of honor) and Ryan's brother Jason (the Best Man) there toast choked me up so much the nerves couldn't deal with the alchy-emo combo and I didn't even make it to the bathroom and my salad was in front of me (untouched) before I ran out of the reception hall and the booze came out two inches before the door was closed in the ladies room.
Jen is having flashbacks to St. Pat's circa 2008 where our friend Kimmy was pulling back my hair and Jen carried me a block down to the car, but this.....THIS WAS MY FUCKING WEDDING DAY! So, bless her heart, she's arguing with the best mate and matron what's to be done with me....if we should close up shop for the night because Alex has a tummy ache....HELL NO....I just didn't know it at the time. I felt like shit. I was placed up in the room by my maid Jill....she through my purse in the train in the room crawled up behind me in the bed and threw her arms around me and kept me company for a few, and then when everyone left the room and I got some quiet and I had this moment (well I have several, but this is something) the mirror was facing me and I thought...'oh no, not today' I'm not a quitter anyhow, but quite frankly I think people were right it was more emotion induced than anything else and I laid there for a few more and around 815 my constitution kicked in and I knew the rest of whatever I drank, all the water, it had to come back up.....so I did....and I laid back down a little more, and the dizzyness and nausea and everything.....it stopped. I came back....LIKE A ROCK-STAR and danced the night away...in fact I know where was more than a share, but compared to the 4 hour dance I really didn't sit that many out. I was a machine. Jason and I totally went to town........Dancing isn't really in Ryan's genetic code. And several different sets up my relatives and the whole deal. We had SUCH a good time. Everyone said it was a beautiful wedding and reception....simply the best day of their lives until they commit and go through the same thing....then it will be the second. :p
So much fun in the midst of it I found out Sunday I tore my grandmother's veil....it's funny how you can feel something ripping and so long as it's on you think you're good. I haven't yet faced the music for that one yet....fingers crossed. I also, while of toting all that shit, lost my bridal train at the hotel, which was thankfully recovered today. And we're doing a whole bunch of house things....we opened all the gifts lastnight, wrote down who gave what....we're doing the typical nesting thing sans a kid.
My niece is back from the hospital as well :D
Flip back to Sunday where I'm toting presents and where nothing, but Ryan's rented shirt and a pair of jeans that belong to one of my bridesmaids because she stomped out of the reception. Jen had stomped out of said reception the night before because Alex effectively turned into 'Alley' inside of the limo post wedding (god the ceremony was beautiful, everyone was just bawling and my vows were the shit.....he did alright too :p ) kicking back on pretty much nothing in her stomach a Budlight lime and 2 lima-ritas. The music was bumping we're pimping around town and we get back to the party around 6. I walk in convinced I'm not going to make it anyways....I'm running on pure adrenaline, but I think what really did it was my sister Steph's (the maid of honor) and Ryan's brother Jason (the Best Man) there toast choked me up so much the nerves couldn't deal with the alchy-emo combo and I didn't even make it to the bathroom and my salad was in front of me (untouched) before I ran out of the reception hall and the booze came out two inches before the door was closed in the ladies room.
Jen is having flashbacks to St. Pat's circa 2008 where our friend Kimmy was pulling back my hair and Jen carried me a block down to the car, but this.....THIS WAS MY FUCKING WEDDING DAY! So, bless her heart, she's arguing with the best mate and matron what's to be done with me....if we should close up shop for the night because Alex has a tummy ache....HELL NO....I just didn't know it at the time. I felt like shit. I was placed up in the room by my maid Jill....she through my purse in the train in the room crawled up behind me in the bed and threw her arms around me and kept me company for a few, and then when everyone left the room and I got some quiet and I had this moment (well I have several, but this is something) the mirror was facing me and I thought...'oh no, not today' I'm not a quitter anyhow, but quite frankly I think people were right it was more emotion induced than anything else and I laid there for a few more and around 815 my constitution kicked in and I knew the rest of whatever I drank, all the water, it had to come back up.....so I did....and I laid back down a little more, and the dizzyness and nausea and everything.....it stopped. I came back....LIKE A ROCK-STAR and danced the night away...in fact I know where was more than a share, but compared to the 4 hour dance I really didn't sit that many out. I was a machine. Jason and I totally went to town........Dancing isn't really in Ryan's genetic code. And several different sets up my relatives and the whole deal. We had SUCH a good time. Everyone said it was a beautiful wedding and reception....simply the best day of their lives until they commit and go through the same thing....then it will be the second. :p
So much fun in the midst of it I found out Sunday I tore my grandmother's veil....it's funny how you can feel something ripping and so long as it's on you think you're good. I haven't yet faced the music for that one yet....fingers crossed. I also, while of toting all that shit, lost my bridal train at the hotel, which was thankfully recovered today. And we're doing a whole bunch of house things....we opened all the gifts lastnight, wrote down who gave what....we're doing the typical nesting thing sans a kid.
My niece is back from the hospital as well :D