I had the BEST YESTERDAY.
I have to back up to Thursday, though.
I went to a local bar to celebrate a friend/coworker's birthday. I ate in the bar and went outside with the group. I sat with the wrong people in the smoking lounge (it was dark!) and ended up talking to two guys all night. Neither were local, but one was getting married on Saturday. As they had at least three tequila shots each and two pitchers of Bock while I was sitting there I drove both of them back, to a nearby house. (I texted my friend their full names so if I disappeared they'd have a starting point. It wasn't until I was re-reading texts that I realized T9 spelled "Carey" instead of "Casey" for one of them!)
Casey was the future groom. As I dropped them off at a fancy house 2 or so miles from the bar, Casey sincerely invited me to the wedding. Saturday at four, and it was going to be at that house, the bride's parents'. I laughed and said I'd be more comfortable with that invite were he sober. He wasn't sloppy drunk or anything and insisted he was serious, I said I'd think about it.
Casey and I have very similar senses of humor...bone-dry sarcasm. We really hit it off and there were a few "I love this girl"s sprinkled throughout the evening. His invite was wacky enough that by Friday I decided I had to go, just to see what happens. I didn't want to attend the actual wedding, and I as I hadn't met the bride, I wasn't sure about showing up for dinner. Didn't want to mess up the plate headcount.
The other funny part was that I'm off all this week, and we had a casual day at work on Thursday. So on Wednesday I was telling anyone would look at me, "I am not wearing fancy pants again until August 6th. Period." Which is fine, but I didn't add any caveat like, "...unless I get invited to a wedding for this weekend. Then I probably should." Whoops. So I went back on my word and was wearing fancy pants too. *sigh* One of the weddings I'd attended so far this summer had had several people there in jeans, but that was a country wedding and this was a fancy house, so I didn't think I should try that.
I also, because my momma apparently raised me right, brought a gift. They were registered at Target (I had his full name, remember, and he mentioned hers during that evening) and there is a Target store on my way to the wedding. So I picked the second-cheapest thing they were registered for (cappuccino mugs) and bought two, a gift bag, and a name tag. I was SET.
So I showed up around 8pm with gift bag, my keys, a credit card, ID (for a cash bar), and phone in tow. The latter three all fit in my camera bag. As this was in a fancy-pants part of already fancy-pants Sartell, I was sure I wouldn't fit in. I knew all of two people there (the other guy had officiated the wedding) and the groom would probably be busy, so I was apprehensive for the first few minutes.
I found the other guy I'd met that evening, who invited me to go get a drink (open bar! fdsajfkdlsaj!) and I waited till Casey was by himself to approach. I basically was just hoping he remembered me. He did, BIG smile, a hug, and an "I'm so glad you came!" :)
He found one of his groomsmen and said we'd get along really well. He was right, as both Josh and I are both, as Josh put it, "from the internet." Casey introduced me to everybody as, "The woman who got me here today." I followed that up by pointing out that without me, there would have been neither a groom nor an officiant, leaving the bride standing at the altar by herself.
I met people by myself who asked how I knew the couple. I said, "Actually, I just met Casey on Thursday night at the bar down the road. I gave him a ride home and he said I should come today." about six times. Very few believed me at first. There was only one person who asked me in front of a group if I crashed weddings often. Casey was sitting/lying on the grass next to us, so I gestured to him and said, "uhh, I was invited by the groom?" The bride was easygoing and happy to see me. I don't think I was mentioned prior to the evening but she accepted a hug of congratulations and said to have fun.
I was urbane and irreverent, as I usually am. Josh and a bridesmaid were having a discussion that sounded philosophical. I sit down to "there's so many conflicting reports. It's hard to know what happened because of the different languages involved, too." and I interjected with, "Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart?" No, turns out, it was about the existence of Jesus. But I was really close, okay. Later in that conversation, the bridesmaid was saying realistically, bras only last for a year. I said I still have bras from high school, they're just my "strap-em-in-for-the-house" bras. Keeps everything in place, but no underwire so it doesn't hurt when I'm all bad posture-y on the couch. She stared at me and replied OHMYGOD YOU'RE A GENIUS. Again, totally sincere! I loved these people!
People came up, called my name, and introduced themselves to me. His brother said if Casey thought I was special than I must be, when leaving I was again told I was awesome...it was basically an evening of ego boosting.
I actually didn't want to overstay my welcome so I found Casey after about two hours and said that I should probably be going soon. He told me I couldn't leave yet and then "bought" me a shot of Jameson. I was like well, if you're giving me alcohol then I can't drive yet! WAIT A SECOND HERE.
Ended up staying till the end, heh. The DJ quit around 12:30 and I wanted to make sure everyone had transportation back to the hotel.
So I'd first dismissed the invite, then decided to YOLO it, and ended up having a fantastic time. Only sad thing is none of the people I spent time with are local. But oh well, it was still a grand evening.
I went to a local bar to celebrate a friend/coworker's birthday. I ate in the bar and went outside with the group. I sat with the wrong people in the smoking lounge (it was dark!) and ended up talking to two guys all night. Neither were local, but one was getting married on Saturday. As they had at least three tequila shots each and two pitchers of Bock while I was sitting there I drove both of them back, to a nearby house. (I texted my friend their full names so if I disappeared they'd have a starting point. It wasn't until I was re-reading texts that I realized T9 spelled "Carey" instead of "Casey" for one of them!)
Casey was the future groom. As I dropped them off at a fancy house 2 or so miles from the bar, Casey sincerely invited me to the wedding. Saturday at four, and it was going to be at that house, the bride's parents'. I laughed and said I'd be more comfortable with that invite were he sober. He wasn't sloppy drunk or anything and insisted he was serious, I said I'd think about it.
Casey and I have very similar senses of humor...bone-dry sarcasm. We really hit it off and there were a few "I love this girl"s sprinkled throughout the evening. His invite was wacky enough that by Friday I decided I had to go, just to see what happens. I didn't want to attend the actual wedding, and I as I hadn't met the bride, I wasn't sure about showing up for dinner. Didn't want to mess up the plate headcount.
The other funny part was that I'm off all this week, and we had a casual day at work on Thursday. So on Wednesday I was telling anyone would look at me, "I am not wearing fancy pants again until August 6th. Period." Which is fine, but I didn't add any caveat like, "...unless I get invited to a wedding for this weekend. Then I probably should." Whoops. So I went back on my word and was wearing fancy pants too. *sigh* One of the weddings I'd attended so far this summer had had several people there in jeans, but that was a country wedding and this was a fancy house, so I didn't think I should try that.
I also, because my momma apparently raised me right, brought a gift. They were registered at Target (I had his full name, remember, and he mentioned hers during that evening) and there is a Target store on my way to the wedding. So I picked the second-cheapest thing they were registered for (cappuccino mugs) and bought two, a gift bag, and a name tag. I was SET.
So I showed up around 8pm with gift bag, my keys, a credit card, ID (for a cash bar), and phone in tow. The latter three all fit in my camera bag. As this was in a fancy-pants part of already fancy-pants Sartell, I was sure I wouldn't fit in. I knew all of two people there (the other guy had officiated the wedding) and the groom would probably be busy, so I was apprehensive for the first few minutes.
I found the other guy I'd met that evening, who invited me to go get a drink (open bar! fdsajfkdlsaj!) and I waited till Casey was by himself to approach. I basically was just hoping he remembered me. He did, BIG smile, a hug, and an "I'm so glad you came!" :)
He found one of his groomsmen and said we'd get along really well. He was right, as both Josh and I are both, as Josh put it, "from the internet." Casey introduced me to everybody as, "The woman who got me here today." I followed that up by pointing out that without me, there would have been neither a groom nor an officiant, leaving the bride standing at the altar by herself.
I met people by myself who asked how I knew the couple. I said, "Actually, I just met Casey on Thursday night at the bar down the road. I gave him a ride home and he said I should come today." about six times. Very few believed me at first. There was only one person who asked me in front of a group if I crashed weddings often. Casey was sitting/lying on the grass next to us, so I gestured to him and said, "uhh, I was invited by the groom?" The bride was easygoing and happy to see me. I don't think I was mentioned prior to the evening but she accepted a hug of congratulations and said to have fun.
I was urbane and irreverent, as I usually am. Josh and a bridesmaid were having a discussion that sounded philosophical. I sit down to "there's so many conflicting reports. It's hard to know what happened because of the different languages involved, too." and I interjected with, "Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart?" No, turns out, it was about the existence of Jesus. But I was really close, okay. Later in that conversation, the bridesmaid was saying realistically, bras only last for a year. I said I still have bras from high school, they're just my "strap-em-in-for-the-house" bras. Keeps everything in place, but no underwire so it doesn't hurt when I'm all bad posture-y on the couch. She stared at me and replied OHMYGOD YOU'RE A GENIUS. Again, totally sincere! I loved these people!
People came up, called my name, and introduced themselves to me. His brother said if Casey thought I was special than I must be, when leaving I was again told I was awesome...it was basically an evening of ego boosting.
I actually didn't want to overstay my welcome so I found Casey after about two hours and said that I should probably be going soon. He told me I couldn't leave yet and then "bought" me a shot of Jameson. I was like well, if you're giving me alcohol then I can't drive yet! WAIT A SECOND HERE.
Ended up staying till the end, heh. The DJ quit around 12:30 and I wanted to make sure everyone had transportation back to the hotel.
So I'd first dismissed the invite, then decided to YOLO it, and ended up having a fantastic time. Only sad thing is none of the people I spent time with are local. But oh well, it was still a grand evening.