wedding
So yes, I am a doofus. We went to a wedding this past friday in NJ for Chris' cousin Julie. It was amazing. TONS of food! I mean tons! There was a room for the cocktail appetizers, which included a carving station, a pasta station, sushi station, and cold plate station. Then we had a sit down dinner with three courses and dessert was again another room of food. I wanted to vomit from a. nausea after eating too much and b. the desire to try to eat everything in sight. There were several beautiful ice sculptures including two that were their police badges, which I thought was adobiable. The only problem was that I was so delirious at the end of the night that I fell down the front stairs of the place and managed to leave the place with serious bloody knees and a full on panic attack. Poor chris, I was a mess. I just lost my step at the top of the concrete entrance steps and landed sideways into this guy who I had never met's arms at the bottom. I was horrified to the point where I was dry heaving in front of the wedding party in the bushes with blood draining down my knees. A Great! end to a beautiful night. Chris rescued me in the end by pulling me back to my senses and on my feet again, but still I hate being that embarrassed and scared in front of a lot of strangers. gah!