Highlights of the big wedding: the hair, the ring, the cake, the kiss.
The things we do for our sisters. Before the St. Patrick's day wedding my sisters (bride and bridesmaid) had hair appointments scheduled. Since I had recently cropped a few inches of my hair off I hadn't originally planned on getting it done. True to my last minute and impulsive nature I decided that I did in fact want to be included in the pretty professional hair party. Here's the small town $15 look:
This cute little hairstylist was so fun and only slightly painful. I remembered back in the early 90s when I curled and ratted my hair every morning before school. It wasn't high enough unless you could catch wind debris in it. This bed head look is now called "back combing." It also is a little more painful when you get 2/3 of your head back combed instead of just the bangs. My little sister said that mid comb it looked like really bad morning after drunken-porn-party-night-hair. I called it my bouffant do. Trust me, you could hide a small animal and it wouldn't have escaped. The little salon artist remembered wearing the same do back in the 70s.
The final product was fantastic on all accounts:
Just to sound cheesy the wedding was beautiful. It was modest, only 40 or so guests. One of the special guests was our friend, the photographer Andy B. He heralded the masses to stand, pose, move, pose. I joked my way through my shots by saying I would not, in fact, be America's Next Top Model. Especially since ANTM don't generally have to fight their D-cup breasts for a good side profile pose while holding a bridal bouquet.
During the ceremony I again showed my flexibility in helping keep the mood cheerful by dropping the groom's ring on the floor. As Pastor Jeff asked the bride for her ring the room was filled with the echo of a loud KERPLUNK. Tungstan is a lot heavier than it looks! After looking at the wedding photos it was nice to see that Andy actually caught me dropping the ring, picking it up and adjusting my dress straps after nearly flashing the groom on camera. No, I won't be sharing that gem with you. For one, I'm still messing with the photos and haven't done an online gallery. Two, I plan on keeping it for the special box of Great Photos Of Me that I keep under my bed.
My second favorite moment in the ceremony after all the exchanges of I Do's, sweet nothings, life commitments and rings was the kiss. Deep, wet and fleshy. The great crowd let out some nice catcalls, whistles and Get A Room! I heard that the seven-year-old buried his face in his hands instead of looking. Later my sister remarked that they had agreed to No Tongue! I guess Mr. Man accidentally forgot when he got caught up in the moment.
Instead of the bridal bouquet I took me home a man! It was so nice that this good looking groomsman didn't complain too much. Other bridesmaids should be so lucky. Probably was a good thing that I brought him with me in the first place!
You asked and you shall receive. Here is me and my dress and the rest of the party. My sister on the far right got really lucky with her dress. Lucky as in she bought it the day before the wedding at the formal dress tux shop while the boys did their final fitting and pick up. She had it mended and picked up by 7 p.m. that night.
One of the most commented points of the day, besides our fabulous black and white attire, was the cake. The bride chose a three-tiered german chocolate cake topped with a Precious Moments couple. Chocolate and coconut really does polish off a matrimony ceremony.
