My Trip: In Google Images (Part III)--probably not work-safe
Remember how I was telling you about my vacation? Yeah. This is more of that.
The whole point of coming to Texas was to attend Rob’s (Chris’s brother) wedding. After getting ready at the bride’s family’s house and stopping by an Irish pub for pre-wedding drinks, we head over to the location. The actual ceremony took place outside. I was not crying with joy about this since it’s Texas. In the summer. And I’m a wuss. But the ceremony was very short and sweet, so only about a gallon of sweat trickled down my legs.
Oh, and somehow I was roped into videotaping the whole ceremony, so I had to strategically place my elbows ON my boobs (for stability)
(like this only not as naked or, you know, hot)
and hold the camera while trying not to cry.
What IS it about women who cry at weddings?
And HOW did I become one of those women? I don’t get it. It’s ridiculous. It means I’m one step away from watching the Oxygen network & making The Divine Secret of the Ya Ya Sisterhood’s Traveling Pants my new favorite movie.
As with all weddings, the reception was the best part.
A couple of the girls and I sat at the “Women Who Love the Men in the Wedding” table, while our men were outside (in the heat!) taking pictures. A couple came to sit down next to us (they are friends of the groom and had met the other girls at the table at the bachelor/ette party that I missed earlier in the week). Casi and Marlon.
I think I’m more socially awkward than people realize.
Or maybe you all realize I’m socially awkward and just haven’t told me. When put in a situation where I’m around people I don’t know, I definitely attempt to make small talk, but until we’ve bonded on some subject, it’s a little weird for me. Casi and I…we bonded. Over our love of cheese.
Now, before you think this to be a trivial topic to bond on, you should know that the first time Chris thought I was telling him I loved him, “I love…”, the sentence ended with, “…cheese.” You should know that I’ll eat a block of cheese If no one is around to judge. And at this wedding, there were a plethora of cheeses. Munster, gouda, cream cheese stuffed jalapeños,
BACON WRAPPED cream cheese stuffed jalapeños.
The list goes on. (And so began my "Week'o'Cheese") When we discovered our mutual love of cheese, it was enough (combined with the wine flowing freely) to make her my new bestie.
And her husband was funny and sweet and my first impression of them was that they were nice. Scratch that. Awesome. Scratch that. Let’s take them home in our luggage.
After the reception, we drove to a bar/party thing. There was a 12-year-old girl twirling on a piece of cloth,
glow sticks, dancing, hula hoops, etc. Looking at the plethora of alterna-people
made me feel disturbingly normal. I miss my bright red hair.
It’s still red…ish. Too normal now. It was seriously a strange feeling to feel like the grown up in the situation. I’m not sure I like it.
Next time, I’m packing my teddy bear outfit or something.
(Actual outfit I own...not actual hotness.)
Of course, that might make it a whole different kind of party.