It's not considered a hangover if you didn't drink the night before, right? Well, how about a sober hangover for someone who's so tired that they need an icepack and an entire bottle of Tylenol?
So last night was my pseudo-brother's wedding. It's been goodness knows how many years and after innumerable mistakes and various undecided attempts at commitment, he finally settled down. It's a new step in his life. I think it's adorable that he's finally found the one that he's going to spend the rest of his life with. She's such a sweetheart, I know they're going to be happy together. They're both exactly the same.
The wedding was a real nice charade. The music was gorgeous (almost as beautiful as the bride, but not quite) and the drapery along with the dim lighting really set the mood in the church-like room we were crowded in. The ceremony was all sorts of cute. Now, I'm not a girl to faun over that type of thing or really appreciate it, but I know when to give credit where it's due. I don't get easily excited about these sorts of things, and they're not the type to make my heart ache and my eyes water. Sure, it's all nice and "awww" and sniffle and sigh to others, but God knows I'm thanking my lucky stars for being the only single and not looking woman left in the youth group. The freedom is liberating. I seem to realize that with every day that passes by. I don't think I'm ever happier to not be committed than the day after today. Every single day I see the crap people have to put up with and smile, knowing it's nothing to do with me.
But I digress. The beauty of the night was the saucy chicken atop artichoke smoked to a crunchy deliciousness and those delectable mashed potatoes that I just couldn't help but savor. Then, that delicious vanilla bean stringed cake with the drizzled white chocolate and the hint of creamy Swiss chocolat almost imported just onto my plate. The bride and groom might have been in love, but I was having an affair with sinful forms on my plates.
That's my favorite part of the wedding. And, oh, the part where you get to dance with a whole bunch of strangers you never knew and look kind of cute and single, and if they're not, oh well, it's not your fault they came over and asked to take you for a little spin on the dance floor. But I left before that. Because I had to do homework. hint hint ARABY hint hint.
So I gave out hugs and kisses and congratulations and thanks for having us and thanks for the invitation and I had a great time thanks. Then, it was time to bid farewell to the stars of the evening.
Good luck on the rest of your life, dear!
Treat her well, respect her, and if I find out you're doing any less...
Take care of him, he's my baby brother!
Be merry, bride and groom!
And enjoy your honeymoon... Even though it's not going to be a surprise when you unwrap the box with the pair of shoes that you've already tried on.
The wedding was a real nice charade. The music was gorgeous (almost as beautiful as the bride, but not quite) and the drapery along with the dim lighting really set the mood in the church-like room we were crowded in. The ceremony was all sorts of cute. Now, I'm not a girl to faun over that type of thing or really appreciate it, but I know when to give credit where it's due. I don't get easily excited about these sorts of things, and they're not the type to make my heart ache and my eyes water. Sure, it's all nice and "awww" and sniffle and sigh to others, but God knows I'm thanking my lucky stars for being the only single and not looking woman left in the youth group. The freedom is liberating. I seem to realize that with every day that passes by. I don't think I'm ever happier to not be committed than the day after today. Every single day I see the crap people have to put up with and smile, knowing it's nothing to do with me.
But I digress. The beauty of the night was the saucy chicken atop artichoke smoked to a crunchy deliciousness and those delectable mashed potatoes that I just couldn't help but savor. Then, that delicious vanilla bean stringed cake with the drizzled white chocolate and the hint of creamy Swiss chocolat almost imported just onto my plate. The bride and groom might have been in love, but I was having an affair with sinful forms on my plates.
That's my favorite part of the wedding. And, oh, the part where you get to dance with a whole bunch of strangers you never knew and look kind of cute and single, and if they're not, oh well, it's not your fault they came over and asked to take you for a little spin on the dance floor. But I left before that. Because I had to do homework. hint hint ARABY hint hint.
So I gave out hugs and kisses and congratulations and thanks for having us and thanks for the invitation and I had a great time thanks. Then, it was time to bid farewell to the stars of the evening.
Good luck on the rest of your life, dear!
Treat her well, respect her, and if I find out you're doing any less...
Take care of him, he's my baby brother!
Be merry, bride and groom!
And enjoy your honeymoon... Even though it's not going to be a surprise when you unwrap the box with the pair of shoes that you've already tried on.
