One of my very best friends got married, so Stephen and I drove up on Friday night for the rehearsal, and headed over to the rehearsal dinner at the inn where we were staying. The inn is in the scenic White Mountains of New Hampshire and the rehearsal dinner was a barbecue, followed by a bonfire and acoustic jam session. We made up quite a few original songs, such as "She Looked Like a Pumpkin" and "Bridezilla". My brother had an entire song dedicated to his goatee.

The wedding wasn’t until 3pm on Saturday, so that morning after breakfast, I went out with Stephen and a couple other guys to get some Starbuck’s coffee and hang out in North Conway. We bought a few celebratory cigars for after the ceremony, and bonus! I conveniently missed out on doing floral arrangements with the rest of the girls. Gotta be honest – my ideal wedding will be as laidback as possible.

About two hours before the ceremony, I discovered a rip in my dress that only got worse once I put it on. This necessitated an emergency run to JC Penney’s where Stephen managed to find the perfect little sweater to go over the tear, and we ended up getting to the church before everyone else. Stephen did a fantastic job playing John Butler’s Ocean during the march and the recessional, but the what can I say? The kid is talented.

I managed to make it through without completely crying (though I almost lost it during the exchanging of vows – that was when I realized I forgot my tissues). So I held it together and then…it was over. They were married. Holy crap. And now it was time to party.

The reception was a blast and I danced my feet off. My $20 dress held itself together, but just barely. It looked adorable so I guess it did its job. And I still can’t believe that they are MARRIED. I’ve known her for about 7 years, and remember them back when she was just calling him her "friend boy". *sniff, sniff* Where are those tissues?