Wedding Hangover

Yesterday provided some nice regrouping time, but I'll be honest... I'm still tired as haaaaayyyyyeeeeeellllllllll. Jeez. I didn't think Scott and I still had it in us, but we partied like rockstars for four days straight. I don't even know where to start.

First of all, Molly was the best bride. Seriously, in the week leading up to the big events, she was calm, laidback, funny, and gracious- her usual self. I thought for sure that touches of Bridezilla would show through at some point during the week, but I was wrong. She was simply fabulous.

The kick off to the wedding festivities was Thursday evening at the rehearsal. Beforehand, Brig, Molly, Lynn, Polly and I all went and had mani-pedis at an Asian shop nearby Molly's. I got a lovely peptobismal color on my fingers and toes by mistake. Seriously, I've been searching for this Holy of Grails pink color all my life and never once found it. I don't know why I always choose pink. I don't even really like pink, but for some reason, I always choose pink when I get my nails done. And it always look like peptobismal. I really should have gone with a brown or a coral. I wanted to do black since it is in right now and a bit edgy, but I didn't want to piss off Molly or her parents. Alright, there's a lot to cover, I don't need to get bogged down in my nail color choice. We then had the wedding rehearsal, and man, the liturgical director at St. Barnabus- Dennis- really knew his liturgical shit, man. I seriously think he had the pope's number on speed dial just in case we were thinking of doing anything that was against doctrine. Not much of a kidder, Dennis. I tried, beleive me, to throw in a couple jokes here and there to break the tension, but he was having none of it. The groomsmen, slackers that they are, were all like 30 minutes late and so there was some time to chat. I had to walk down the aisle with the most, how do I say this... interesting looking of the bunch. Such a nice guy, but he's no Scottie, I'll tell you that right now. Once everyone actually showed up, the rehearsal went off well and Dennis walked away happy and unafraid that we were going to do cartwheels down the aisle or anything. Steve did do a some type of skating move off the steps of the altar toward the end of the rehearsal, but Dennis wasn't looking, thank god.

Back at the homestead, Molly's family had put together an open house for everyone that had come in town. So, Scott and I partied it up there until around 11pm. The food was great! There was this sausage pasta deal, italian breads, cheesecakes and salad. And of course, some beer and wine to keep the conversation and laughter flowing. This was a late night for me, but I had no idea what I was getting into. The nights would keep getting later, and crazier... Along with Brig, Scott and I, a bunch of Atlanta folks made a showing that night including Derek, Sarah, Ryan, Tim (Steve's twin), Robert and others.

Alright... looks like I'm gonna have to finish this post tommorrow. Scott and I have a hot date tonight!