Wedding Weekend, Part One
Saturday morning I hauled my cookies out of bed at 5:45 - something I haven't done since I was student teaching - and made sure that Puck and Marilyn had enough food to get through the weekend before loading up my car and heading out of College Town.*Bradshaw was invited to the wedding of my former RA and decided to take me as her date, so I spent the weekend in Big City with her. Her new apartment is a too-adorable studio in a really cute neighborhood in the city, and it meets one of my own personal requirements: Coffee within five minutes. She had been up late doing Relay for Life the night before** and I always stay up late, so we were both running on adrenaline and caffeine.
The wedding, being Catholic, was exceptionally long. I had never been to a Catholic wedding before, but I had been warned about just how long they are. Despite the warnings, I wasn't really prepared. On top of that, The Bride was saving herself for marriage, so every time the priest mentioned "duties of marriage" or "bringing children into their family," I had to bite my tongue to keep from snickering. Yes, I am thirteen inside. Yes, I am aware of my own immaturity.
Bradshaw and I were both looking forward to the reception and seeing The Bride dance in her dress - which was beautiful and perfect for her, I might add - since The Bride is the kind of girl who hears music and just can't help herself. Booze made the party even more fun since inhibitions were at an extreme low, and the following scenes were witnessed:
The Bride and the groom dancing together, smiling so hard I thought both of their faces would break.***
Bradshaw, The Bride, and little old me shaking our behinds to Quad City DJ. Oh yeah, we totally did.
The Bride and her bridesmaids doing a choreographed dance for the groom, who they forced to sit in a chair and endure the whole thing. The only part that was missing was the lap dance.
The priest dancing with The Bride in a hilarious and only a teensy bit inappropriate manner.
The groom's cousin - who was maybe eight-years-old - doing some amazing dance moves. As he did so, he was paying very close attention to those reception guests still seated to see how many of us were watching him.
The entire group of reception guests, at different points in time, dancing with The Bride's little brother, who was one of the cutest mimics I've ever seen. The display made me smile.
Stay tuned for the rest of Nic's weekend in the Big City!
*After a quick stop for coffee.
**Read: Didn't go to bed till after 7 am.
***It was so cute I can't even be snarky about it; they look super-happy.
Labels: alcohol, boys, Bradshaw, updates
posted by nicalyse @ 2:06 PM
1 Comments:
I've only been to one wedding and not gonna lie I thought the ceremony was boring as hell. But the getting drunk afterwards?
Good times. Gooooood times.
And dude, there's always a little kid who LOVES to dance at these things! What's up with that? So funny. However, there's also always a little kid who's annoying and cries and makes you want to ban people from bringing their kids to YOUR wedding. Which I'm totally doing, by the way. People can suck it.
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