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"an autumn wind" ver. 14
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Monday, October 30, 2006
Wedding Recap I don't want to get too wordy since it was a long day, but I wanted to at least touch on the event.
Thursday Night - Rehearsal Dinner My mom picked me up and we went down to the chapel. Getting me was mostly on her way, as opposed to Love who would have had to leave work even earlier and then go in the complete opposite direction to get me. We were the first to arrive - really early. Around 5pm, everyone started going and we walked through the ceremony three times. My sister was nervous that she didn't know all the motions and parts which is why we did it three times. It was ok, it was good to work through it since then we knew what to expect.
After the rehearsal, we all went down to Clearwater Beach to have dinner. Had a buffet at one of the hotels down there. My stomach however, was in agony. I wound up in the restroom twice while we were there. It was a bad situation and I was in a lot of pain. I was really worried what it would mean for the following day too. Sadly, I didn't enjoy the meal at all because I was so sick and all I wanted to do was get out of there. The upside is that I received my bridesmaid gift - a one hour massage. Go sis! I will be enjoying that soon, that's for sure!
When we got home, I spent another couple hours being ill before going to bed.
Friday - The Wedding Love took the day off since the wedding was at 3:30pm and he needed to be there at 3pm. I needed to meet with my sister around 10:30am at the salon to get my hair done. Sis and MoH also got their makeup done but I didn't have the money to do it also, so I just had to do my own. Hope I look alright in the photos. You know how different things can look in them compared to the mirror. Anyway, my hair ended up being $50. Ouch. I thought it was supposed to be $35. *sighs* We were there from around 10:30am until almost 1pm.
At 1pm, we ran by my sister's house and picked up her dress. Then we hit Subway to grab a sandwich since dinner was many hours away. Went to the chapel, ate, and started getting ready. The time between arriving and the ceremony went by in a blur of getting dressed, spending time with our mom and our aunt and such. Before we knew it, it was time.
The ceremony itself went off without a hitch. I didn't fall off the step I was standing on (which was a worry since it was very narrow), sis didn't trip on her dress train, and no one got their words wrong. (Though her husband had a sweet moment where he started to tear up during the vows and he said to her, "I didn't think I was going to cry.") It was touching.
After the ceremony, we had a ton of photos. The photographer joked that I had double duty because I was in both the bridal party AND the family shots. He kept having us come up in groups and then he'd say, "such-and-such is done" and I'd go sit down. As soon as I did though, nope! I'd have to come right back up for another shot set-up. I'm not kidding when I say I hope I look ok. I'm in almost every shot that's not just the bride or the bride and groom as a couple.
We piled into the limo after all the photos were gone and made our way to the reception. Everyone else of course had already gotten there. We had to be announced as we entered and then immediately had a dance to do. Which sucks because I can't slow dance to save my life. So here I am dancing with the groomsman trying not to (a) step on my dress, (b) step on his toes and (c) not make an ass out of myself. It was passable I guess, though I truly do not know how to dance.
We had to go to the head table then for dinner and the DJ went around to all the tables and had people tell stories or comments or whatever. After that, we were finally free of the head table (read: everyone staring at you) and got to mingle. Went over to say hi to my family and Love who'd been stuck by himself since arriving at the chapel at 3pm.
The dancing went on until almost 11pm. Problem was that while it started off nice, it went downhill and stayed there. He kept playing the same stuff. And it was all bad, cheese ball songs that really was off-putting to the older portion of the guests. Not to mention, it was just too loud. My poor mom wasn't the only one miserable from the noise. I kept getting physically dragged up there which was really annoying. After like three or four hours of dancing to the same crap ("Ice, Ice Baby" some "Slide" song he played three times, a bunch of old 80's rap, etc.) I really was danced out. Not to mention, my legs, knees and feet were killing me. I'd been in heels non-stop since 1pm after all. Add insult to injury, my halter strap literally rubbed my skin raw along my collar bone and when I got home, it was so red it looked like a sunburn. I had to put Neosporin on it. Oh! And the damned DJ started smoking a cigar towards the end of the night. A cigar! Inside. I found that damned impolite.
The caterers had everything cleared out by the time it wrapped up. Linens gone, etc. There was a bunch of alcohol left over, as well as mixers. We wound up with a 32 can case of coke and a bottle of orange juice. The rest was like tequila and such which neither of us drinks.
So, the wedding went well. It was a nice ceremony. Food was good. But the DJ was a little annoying and I felt it went on a little too long. (By the time it was over, everyone who wasn't young and drunk - besides my mom and Love and I - were long gone.) It was a success though and my stomach even behaved the whole day. Which was a miracle itself.
I'm still tired though from it. All those hours in heels, an uncomfortable dress and dancing really took a toll. I can't explain how much it physically cost me. I guess those of you who are familiar with fatigue or chronic health issues can see how crazy that is on your body, but all-in-all, it was worth it. A good day.
Alright, well I ended up getting more in-depth then I intended. Ha! And it's 5:30pm, so I've got to pack up and head home. (I'm temping today and tomorrow though the next new person starts tomorrow too.) Hope everyone had a nice weekend.
