- 10 years ago
- Wedding: September 2011
I’m going to skip ahead to the wedding day, though by this point about half our guests (wedding party, family, a few other people) had been hanging around for two days playing beer frizz, grilling, going to a wine tasting. A few of us went on an epic run on the seventeen mile drive, in which our group of 6 got totally split up and confused. Basically, we were in full on rock star mode already. People are making new friends and getting along and we just feel surrounded by love and awesomeness. Every time I look at these, I get so excited about the people in our lives. /sap
Somehow, we woke up by 10 AM when the bridesmaids came over for hair and makeup.
Oh, and we had champagne. (by the way, a mug of granola + a glass of champagne = the breakfast of champions)
Which, of course we spilled (I am the biggest klutz in the universe though apparently this was not my fault)
We had THREE seperate instances of missing jewelry. Only one was after the photographer arrived, but they all pretty much looked like this:
My makeup artist was AMAZING, not only for the makeup, but for dealing with 5 girls who between them had brought ZERO hairspray. According to my photographer, here is what happened when she tried to show us how to touch up my face-framing curls:
“Someone probably has hairspray here so it’ll be easy for them to do a touch up…”
“Ummm, really? None of you have hairspray? Well ok, what about a curling iron?” No’s all around.
“Not one of you brought a curling iron!? I can’t believe that!”
Bridesmaid C: “Wait! Yes! I have a flat iron! Ohhhh, wait. That’s the opposite of what you need, isn’t it?”
I’m not sure if she was more confused by that or by our extended conversation about whether fantasy football makes watching regular football more fun or less fun. (For the record Maid/Matron of Honor E and bridesmaid H were very pro fantasy football, while bridesmaid E and I believe it destroys the holistic integrity of the game.)
Meanwhile, at the banana cabana
Actually, this was at the building next to the Banana Cabana, but banana cabana is more fun to say. (There’s always money in the banana cabana!)
The guys were in charge of finishing off our giant vat of homemade margarita mix for the reception:
Best Man I contemplates the margarita mix while groomsman C makes sandwiches.
There is also coffee and ironing.
The guys fuel up:
and, once dressed, relax with some beer.
Meanwhile, I put on my jewelry:
and it’s time for… The Dress
and voila! Time to adjust the boobies and get out there for the first look!