Saturday night was wonderful. I got to watch my good friends Chelsea and Jake get married. She made a lovely bride, he made a handsome groom, and I am so incredibly happy for both of them. Oh. And their wedding? I give 5 stars. I’d give more stars if I could. This was only my fourth wedding to attend (including my own), my second (only after my own) to be surrounded by close friends, and my FIRST ever open bar. That was an amazing experience all on it’s own. It was also a pretty awesome experience to see some of my favorite people all adorable and formal, to goofily dance with my best dude friend, to slow dance with my hubby, to giddily and tipsily drink, eat and be merry with people I love a whole bunch, and to feel all warm and fuzzy because happiness was all around me and I was so happy too. There’s just something super special about being surrounded by dressed-up loved ones, who are all gathered together for the same celebration of more dressed-up loved ones. I may or may not have felt overwhelmingly emotionally blissful inside. The reception was exactly like a party I’d have with this group, but fancier and bigger and with a lot more space to run around laughing and acting like crazy people. I am so glad that I’m finally getting to the age where more friends are getting engaged, because this wedding/love/happiness thing? Call me super cheesy and sentimental, but I absolutely love being a part of this love stuff. And the open-bar thing definitely doesn’t hurt either.
Speaking of love and friends and stuff. Sunday morning I woke up feeling kind of crappy. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a hangover. It was cramps from hell. (Sorry boy readers.) I took two Midol only to realize, whilst I was doubling over from pain, that the pills expired in 2010. I was crying in agony on the kitchen floor (You may think I am being dramatic here. Perhaps I was. But in my defense, there is family girly history of passing out from these darn,evil things. ) when my hubby offered to go buy me meds. I accepted his offer. He came back, non-expired Midol in tow, and heated a cloth for my tummy. At this point, I had already texted my best friend Tessa telling her of my tummy woes. She came over to entertain me, ended up buying me cookies, AND even helped me do the dishes. Oh, and we had a mini-fashion show while cooking and burning rice. I love our girl time. I am continually amazed and grateful for having the best people in my life, and I don’t know how I got to be so loved. But I won’t question what I’d rather just enjoy.
In closing, I’d like to share with you the award for most awkward,ill-prepared picture taken on my camera Saturday night. It’s too amusing not to show off :