I'm writing this with a barely-functioning brain.
I got back late-ish last night from a wedding in Florida,
so obviously everyone should be jealous
but also I might have killed my few remaining brain cells.
This wedding weekend made me feel like a real adult at times,
but like SUCH a child at other moments.
I took off work Friday & Saturday
(again I say it, my work schedule is the worst)
so I could fly out Friday afternoon.
Adult moment #1: I had to park my car at the airport for the weekend.
I'd never had to do that myself before, so I felt mature & responsible.
I had big plans to get a drink (or three) on the flight over,
but
Child moment #1: I'm the worst flier ever & have to take medicine and pass out
in order to not die. Flight uneventful.
Adult moment #2: I took a taxi to the hotel when I arrived in West Palm Beach.
Clearly, I've taken a taxi before, but when the situation does not involve me being drunk & trying to get home safely, I feel like an adult. (Sorry, Mom.)
When I got to the hotel, the lovely ladies I was rooming with
were at the rehearsal dinner,
so that was my cue to quickstep to the hotel bar.
10 minutes & two drinks later, Mr. Bartender & I were besties.
(He complimented my "fancy shoes" so I knew it was fate.)
Luckily, some friends met me in the bar later, so I didn't look like a complete drunk.
Fast forward: the morning of the wedding.
Roomies/Bridesmaids were getting ready early
while I watched & made them drinks.
(Aren't I just the best?)
Mistakes, y'all.
Apparently, this is called a "Cuban Screw". I called it acceptable.
We then moved on to champagne.
At this point, I'd had a banana & alcohol.
Child moment #2: I didn't understand my limitations.
After ushering them off in style, I got ready.
I met up with people & went on over to the church.
However, we were super early.
What's the only solution?
One friend stayed behind to look at the church,
and Drea & I went off to find "somewhere to sit".
(Neither of us wanted to say "bar", but we were on the hunt.)
Child moment #3: still not knowing my limitations.
2 for 1 drinks? I'm obligated to get 2, duh.
Beautiful St. Ann's in West Palm Beach:
Classic sparkler exit.
So happy!
Wedding's don't come without drama,
so Adult moment #3 was throwing off my drunkenness
to comfort a friend.
I am just so selfless, guys.
Clearly, we weren't done partying yet.
An outfit change was necessary & then on to regroup at the hotel bar.
UD folks don't really understand the purpose of decorative glasses.
Lesson: it takes a solid amount of beer before the taste of Strawberrita is diluted.
Child moment #4, I guess.
Florida calls for a midnight walk to the beach.
In my drunk-vulnerable state,
I didn't quite catch that it was a 3-mile walk.
Worth it.
After walking back, I got to reminisce with college friends,
which is the most wonderful of things.
Adult moment #4: being able to reminisce about college.
Getting old, y'all.
Oh, and I saw a drawbridge in action.
One last picture of the blushing bride, courtesy of Kate P.:
Can you even believe how gorgeous she is??
Mission EJHWedding: Accomplished.
Also, I move on Thursday.
Ask me how many boxes I've packed.
(Hint: this is the only one.)
This lovely angel-face from my awesome college days was getting MARRIED!
I remember when we were (so it seemed) the only 2 from our group of friends left in the dorm.
That made for some amazing/weird memories.
Now she's a little wifey!
Their gorgeous wedding invitation
but like SUCH a child at other moments.
I took off work Friday & Saturday
(again I say it, my work schedule is the worst)
so I could fly out Friday afternoon.
Adult moment #1: I had to park my car at the airport for the weekend.
I'd never had to do that myself before, so I felt mature & responsible.
Wore these beauts to the airport. I would come to regret that later that evening.
I had big plans to get a drink (or three) on the flight over,
but
Child moment #1: I'm the worst flier ever & have to take medicine and pass out
in order to not die. Flight uneventful.
Adult moment #2: I took a taxi to the hotel when I arrived in West Palm Beach.
Clearly, I've taken a taxi before, but when the situation does not involve me being drunk & trying to get home safely, I feel like an adult. (Sorry, Mom.)
When I got to the hotel, the lovely ladies I was rooming with
were at the rehearsal dinner,
so that was my cue to quickstep to the hotel bar.
10 minutes & two drinks later, Mr. Bartender & I were besties.
(He complimented my "fancy shoes" so I knew it was fate.)
Luckily, some friends met me in the bar later, so I didn't look like a complete drunk.
Fast forward: the morning of the wedding.
Roomies/Bridesmaids were getting ready early
while I watched & made them drinks.
(Aren't I just the best?)
Mistakes, y'all.
We then moved on to champagne.
At this point, I'd had a banana & alcohol.
Child moment #2: I didn't understand my limitations.
Beauts: bottle & Bridesmaids style.
After ushering them off in style, I got ready.
Two pictures because I'm vain.
I met up with people & went on over to the church.
However, we were super early.
What's the only solution?
One friend stayed behind to look at the church,
and Drea & I went off to find "somewhere to sit".
(Neither of us wanted to say "bar", but we were on the hunt.)
2 for 1 drinks? I'm obligated to get 2, duh.
Beautiful St. Ann's in West Palm Beach:
My two-cocktail hands made things a little blurry. Sorry.
Their priest gave a great homily
& the love was tangible.
Everything you could want on your big day.
Reception time!
Lucky Table 13.
We were situated right next to the bar
and I can't help but wonder if Emily knew what she was doing.
Sadly, I don't have many good pictures from the reception.
Too much dancing & drinking, I suppose.
No regrets.
Classic sparkler exit.
So happy!
Wedding's don't come without drama,
so Adult moment #3 was throwing off my drunkenness
to comfort a friend.
I am just so selfless, guys.
Clearly, we weren't done partying yet.
An outfit change was necessary & then on to regroup at the hotel bar.
Lesson: it takes a solid amount of beer before the taste of Strawberrita is diluted.
Child moment #4, I guess.
Florida calls for a midnight walk to the beach.
In my drunk-vulnerable state,
I didn't quite catch that it was a 3-mile walk.
Worth it.
After walking back, I got to reminisce with college friends,
which is the most wonderful of things.
Adult moment #4: being able to reminisce about college.
Getting old, y'all.
Oh, and I saw a drawbridge in action.
One last picture of the blushing bride, courtesy of Kate P.:
Mission EJHWedding: Accomplished.
Also, I move on Thursday.
Ask me how many boxes I've packed.
(Hint: this is the only one.)
Hello nice post.
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