About halfway through the video you can see the bride dancing with her brother. Kayla dances anywhere and at any time, so OF COURSE, her wedding reception would be, well…like this.
Dance Party from Emily on Vimeo.
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?
- I’m happy to be going back to Africa.
- I’m happy that I’m going to get a tattoo.
- I’m happy that I have great friends, both online and offline.
- I’m happy about the families at church who are so patient and gentle with their kids.
- I’m happy for margaritas.
- I’m happy for cheesy sci-fi shows.
- I’m happy that I have gorgeous, strong and brilliant sister.
- I’m happy that I have a funny, talented and kind brother.
- I’m happy that I can be a photographer.
- I’m happy for new glasses.
- I’m happy for summer dresses.
- I’m happy for freckles.
- I’m happy for a quiet house.
- I’m happy for four quirky cats that make life interesting.
- I’m happy for summertime.
I’m just putting the finishing touches on a (surprise) project for a friend. I’m not normally a crafty person, but I’m finding these little creative projects to be a welcome oasis from the mid-February funk. Hopefully it will brighten her day as much as it did mine.
Last night we had a rather impromptu girls’ night at our house, with a couple friends back from college and others that I just haven’t seen in awhile. It was really, really nice. Having worked the night before, I fueled myself with three large coffees and two slices of pizza, and then slept all the way through 9am this morning. Fifteen minutes before I should have left, had I hoped to go to Liturgy today.
I can’t even go to my staff meeting because Mom needs my car (though, to be honest, I’m not so torn up over that one). So, all signs point to it just being a lazy kind of day.
Hannah and I did school together, and I finished off The Daily Coyote. Fantastic book, I couldn’t possibly summarize it, but I highly recommend it. Now I’m trying to decide whether I should pick up another book, take a long walk, or take a shower. Honestly, the decisions I have to deal with everyday 
