Busy busy LOST busy.
...I had a beautifully tailored and relatively well-written and thought through post about this weekend here. The interweb ate it.
I'll sum up.
Thursday: Arrived, saw folkses, met Nate [my wedding escort, as it were], over ate, got carded though I only had water, went minigolfing [I suck], met Lily [KT's friend and aggressive mingler], met Julia [KT's other bridesmaid and altogether charming young lady], had some booze [grapefruit vodka--good, but a little too strong for my non-shot-glass-weilding-person], went to bed [feeling somewhat ill] after an altogether good night.
Friday: Got up and puttered around with the girls. Saw the boys and hung out for a while. Lots of cuddling and hugging and silliness and stupid. Went to the second largest mall in America, mind you I'm not a fan of malls, for lunch at lunch time. It was actually fun, until I felt ill [theme] and overwhelmed by the world. Got a grapefruit soda thing...not bad, but not worth it ever again...sadly. Went back and hung out--saw Hellboy, lots of fun but not great. Went to rehearsal [timing drama, high tension, BLAH]. There was silliness and much Sean of the Dead quoting and we all had a relatively good time. Road with Katy, Aleshia and Jonathan [Tom's kid brother who is actually 21, though I still called him kid, little one and other such things because he reminded me strongly of baby Tom from froshy year]. It was certainly interesting. The rehearsal party was a blast and I got to get to know Mr. Nate a good bit more as well as be thoroughly entertained by Jesse. Not that that is, in any way, unexpected. He's always a blast. And I am slightly better at Scattegories than I am at minigolfing. SLIGHTLY. Sidenote: IBC in a can. Not bad, but kind of weird. Chitchatted and crashed.
Saturday: Began at 5:15. Mind you, I was warned, as the only present morning person, to watch myself amongst the moaners. I woke up to them GIGGLING. OI. Got my hair and nails done befor the church. Got make up done at the church and climbed into dress. Pictures will follow, but probably not from me. Please, for the love of God, don't make me not want to ever wear a dress again, just in case another friend wants me in their party. I wouldn't, honestly, mind doing it again. I just don't want to be hassled. [I'm really rather a delicate soul! You know?] The waiting was obnoxious and Katy made me stop bouncing [I was trying to get rid of my energy before I started bouncing during the actual wedding] because I was making her nervous. Ceremony went off with very little in the way of hitches, minus Tom making faces at me while we waited for Jesse to finish his song after their communion and Mikey momentarily having issues getting the rings from his pocket of holding. Nobody tripped, nobody misbehaved, many people cried [though not me, oddly enough]. Pictures were hot and hassle-filled and high-heels DO NOT LIKE SOFT GROUND. ACK. The reception was beautiful and a blast, though I once again had a bit too much to eat [actually, I only ate too much of the dessert, not even finishing it, because it was so blasted tasty and rich...hit my tummy like a lead balloon]. Consequently I felt ill for quite some time and could not join in the dancing. I turned down Mikey, initially because I am an ass and thereby ridiculously self-conscious about things even though I was surrounded by A: people who WOULD'NT GIVE FLYING RIP [you idiot, Leslie!] and B: folks I didn't know [and thereby actually join group A]. I'm sorry Mikey. I owe you a dance when you're not pooped. I kind of won [by house rules] and kind of lost [by technical rules] a game of Scrabble during the reception while turning down numerous offers to dance...because by that time, I sincerely thought I might vomit. Dear God, save me from that feeling. It is one of the worst on the planet. Ugh. Funny, though. Jonathan sat nearby me for a while as though he wanted to ask me to dance, but simply watched me turn others down. [Momma punched me for turning Mikey down. Twice. I'm so abused.] Eventually, I got to watch them all dance. Baby Tom [Jonathan, and I'm glad neither he nor Tom read this]] is somehow more white than Tom himself. I don't know how it worked out that way. It just did.
DAMMIT I MISSED THRILLER. I LOVE THRILLER.
Stupid vomiting. Or not quite vomiting. Stupid nonetheless.
Anywho. Eventually I did make it on to the floor, with Jonathan...I don't know why or how it worked out that he had the timing that I was, for some reason, receptive to the concept. So I slow-danced with him--which is really a hard thing for me because I don't feel well focusing on things six to eight inches in front of my face with my normal glasses. Note to self--next time slow dance with reading glasses. I made it there and in the last song. I gave my babies [read the newly weds] BIG hugs, because I love them and then spent the rest of the time there being overheated, fighting with a dress, moving around in heels [because my chucks were in Lola] and hugging people. I love hugs.
And thank you friends for being nice and not going on about the dress. I hate all of the pictures I have seen, but you were kind enough not to keep riding me about it all. Thank you also for the compliments.
Altogether, this was one of the most wonderful weekends I have EVER had. I'm sad that I probably won't remember much because I have a broken sieve for a brain. I got to see and meet so many wonderful people and got more hugs than I could have ever expected and was glad to be in such gentle fellowship with Christians. Though we're all a bit weird and coarse, we are Christians nonetheless. This weekend was a blessing, to be sure, for Tom and Katy, but I think for the rest of us as well. [My mother specifically said she was glad that she knew all of you and I know both of my folks had a blast. They love you too!]
My friends: I look forward to seeing you all again soon. Please, take care. I think that I am going to go collapse now.
I'll sum up.
Thursday: Arrived, saw folkses, met Nate [my wedding escort, as it were], over ate, got carded though I only had water, went minigolfing [I suck], met Lily [KT's friend and aggressive mingler], met Julia [KT's other bridesmaid and altogether charming young lady], had some booze [grapefruit vodka--good, but a little too strong for my non-shot-glass-weilding-person], went to bed [feeling somewhat ill] after an altogether good night.
Friday: Got up and puttered around with the girls. Saw the boys and hung out for a while. Lots of cuddling and hugging and silliness and stupid. Went to the second largest mall in America, mind you I'm not a fan of malls, for lunch at lunch time. It was actually fun, until I felt ill [theme] and overwhelmed by the world. Got a grapefruit soda thing...not bad, but not worth it ever again...sadly. Went back and hung out--saw Hellboy, lots of fun but not great. Went to rehearsal [timing drama, high tension, BLAH]. There was silliness and much Sean of the Dead quoting and we all had a relatively good time. Road with Katy, Aleshia and Jonathan [Tom's kid brother who is actually 21, though I still called him kid, little one and other such things because he reminded me strongly of baby Tom from froshy year]. It was certainly interesting. The rehearsal party was a blast and I got to get to know Mr. Nate a good bit more as well as be thoroughly entertained by Jesse. Not that that is, in any way, unexpected. He's always a blast. And I am slightly better at Scattegories than I am at minigolfing. SLIGHTLY. Sidenote: IBC in a can. Not bad, but kind of weird. Chitchatted and crashed.
Saturday: Began at 5:15. Mind you, I was warned, as the only present morning person, to watch myself amongst the moaners. I woke up to them GIGGLING. OI. Got my hair and nails done befor the church. Got make up done at the church and climbed into dress. Pictures will follow, but probably not from me. Please, for the love of God, don't make me not want to ever wear a dress again, just in case another friend wants me in their party. I wouldn't, honestly, mind doing it again. I just don't want to be hassled. [I'm really rather a delicate soul! You know?] The waiting was obnoxious and Katy made me stop bouncing [I was trying to get rid of my energy before I started bouncing during the actual wedding] because I was making her nervous. Ceremony went off with very little in the way of hitches, minus Tom making faces at me while we waited for Jesse to finish his song after their communion and Mikey momentarily having issues getting the rings from his pocket of holding. Nobody tripped, nobody misbehaved, many people cried [though not me, oddly enough]. Pictures were hot and hassle-filled and high-heels DO NOT LIKE SOFT GROUND. ACK. The reception was beautiful and a blast, though I once again had a bit too much to eat [actually, I only ate too much of the dessert, not even finishing it, because it was so blasted tasty and rich...hit my tummy like a lead balloon]. Consequently I felt ill for quite some time and could not join in the dancing. I turned down Mikey, initially because I am an ass and thereby ridiculously self-conscious about things even though I was surrounded by A: people who WOULD'NT GIVE FLYING RIP [you idiot, Leslie!] and B: folks I didn't know [and thereby actually join group A]. I'm sorry Mikey. I owe you a dance when you're not pooped. I kind of won [by house rules] and kind of lost [by technical rules] a game of Scrabble during the reception while turning down numerous offers to dance...because by that time, I sincerely thought I might vomit. Dear God, save me from that feeling. It is one of the worst on the planet. Ugh. Funny, though. Jonathan sat nearby me for a while as though he wanted to ask me to dance, but simply watched me turn others down. [Momma punched me for turning Mikey down. Twice. I'm so abused.] Eventually, I got to watch them all dance. Baby Tom [Jonathan, and I'm glad neither he nor Tom read this]] is somehow more white than Tom himself. I don't know how it worked out that way. It just did.
DAMMIT I MISSED THRILLER. I LOVE THRILLER.
Stupid vomiting. Or not quite vomiting. Stupid nonetheless.
Anywho. Eventually I did make it on to the floor, with Jonathan...I don't know why or how it worked out that he had the timing that I was, for some reason, receptive to the concept. So I slow-danced with him--which is really a hard thing for me because I don't feel well focusing on things six to eight inches in front of my face with my normal glasses. Note to self--next time slow dance with reading glasses. I made it there and in the last song. I gave my babies [read the newly weds] BIG hugs, because I love them and then spent the rest of the time there being overheated, fighting with a dress, moving around in heels [because my chucks were in Lola] and hugging people. I love hugs.
And thank you friends for being nice and not going on about the dress. I hate all of the pictures I have seen, but you were kind enough not to keep riding me about it all. Thank you also for the compliments.
Altogether, this was one of the most wonderful weekends I have EVER had. I'm sad that I probably won't remember much because I have a broken sieve for a brain. I got to see and meet so many wonderful people and got more hugs than I could have ever expected and was glad to be in such gentle fellowship with Christians. Though we're all a bit weird and coarse, we are Christians nonetheless. This weekend was a blessing, to be sure, for Tom and Katy, but I think for the rest of us as well. [My mother specifically said she was glad that she knew all of you and I know both of my folks had a blast. They love you too!]
My friends: I look forward to seeing you all again soon. Please, take care. I think that I am going to go collapse now.