So I went to The Wedding this weekend. It was lovely. Beautiful bride, glowing groom, royal blue dresses, pretty flowers, blah, blah, blah. Not a dry eye in the place. They really are pretty much the cutest couple ever. Witness:
The Three Blondes got all dolled up...
...to sit at the single girls' table where the excitement would not end!
Amy and I had a superfun time watching the happy couples dance!
The real star of the evening!
Did the fact that I consumed 9,000 chocolate-covered marshmallows interfere with my decision to eat both the wedding and groom's cake that were served to me? No, sir or ma'am, it did not. The skirt had elastic, people.
AND I had extra room due to the uneaten roast beef. When I heard "but I'm not dead!" coming from the direction of the slab of meat, this should have been a red flag. But I took a piece, which avenged itself by bleeding all over my plate and mooing whenever my fork came anywhere near it. The salmon, however, was quite good.
Then it was time for every single woman's favorite part of the wedding festivities: the hokey pokey! No, I kid! The bouquet toss of course! As you will see, the four metric tons of sugar I had just consumed helped make me extra enthusiastic about this!
Notice where the Three Blondes are standing, arms down, off to the side.
Wendy and Melissa, though, went for it.
A good time, as you can see, was clearly had by all. Waylon and Carolyn rode off in a horse-drawn carriage. Wendy took home the bouquet. And the Three Blondes went home with sugar hangovers and sore feet. And a little thing we like to call dignity.
Until next time!