Wednesday, August 17, 2011

If you can't laugh at yourself...

Hi friends!

Apologies for not posting yesterday. It's been a week filled with lots of (paid) work which, if you remember this post, is a great thing!

Either way, a friend of mine forwarded a couple photos from her wedding today and I felt it necessary to reflect on this special day. I figure the easiest way to do this is to bullet a few memorable moments:

  • My friend, Heat, was seriously one of the most gorgeous brides I have ever seen. And I realize that most people say this (unless you look like this), but when I spotted her for the first time, peering from behind a few palm trees trying to sneak a peek at her husband-to-be, I was breathless. Nay, dazzled. Nay, breathless and dazzled.
  • Her curmudgeon of a grandmother saying loudly as she was escorted down the aisle, "IT'S ABOUT TIME!" to essentially no one and everyone simultaneously. I'm still not sure if she was referring to the fact that the wedding was a few minutes late or the fact that her sweet granddaughter was getting married, but either way, it made an impression. In addition, it proved that the woman's vocal chords are in working order. She's still got it, folks!
  • This wedding marked the first time Handsome K and I got a "married couple" place card. EXCITEMENT!
  • Table 14. What can I say? We were the misfit table strategically positioned in the corner to keep us from the "high-falutin' folk." Ok, so we complained loudly about not getting bread when everyone else did. And yes, we may have pretended to eat the hydrangeas straight out of the center piece (much to the horror of Table 11, 12 and 13). But gosh darnit, we were a fun loving bunch and I'd like to say we improved the corner of that room considerably. 
  • The headmaster of our table, O-Town, gets a shout out as well. His chair dance rendition of Madonna's "Open Your Heart" made everyone feel the love, as only one with Blonde Ambition and an imaginary cone bra can (and since I love throwing O-Town under the bus, he was definitely the one that encouraged us to eat the hydrangeas).
  • I feel it only fair to mention the Rat Pack-style singer who not only serenaded us through dinner, but also managed to push his way into the spotlight during the father/daughter dance. Way to go, buddy. Frank would be proud.
  • And finally, the mother-of-the-bride commenting on my dancing. Listen, I've never claimed to be the best dancer, although I'm sure some have speculated on my classical training. However, the woman in question approached me in the middle of LMFAO's "Party Rock" in order to proclaim loudly, "You dance like a total freak!"  Ladies and gentlemen, it was the highlight of my night, and I could only assume she was incorrectly referencing Rick James, so I took it as a compliment. Which leads us to the photos I was forwarded by my friend, Heat:

Good god, the girl's got moves, man! Look at the arm placement and the horrifying facial expressions! Does it get any freakishly better than this?

Truthfully, I don't think the bride thought I'd have the nerve to post these, but as the title of this post mentions, if you can't laugh at yourself... who can you eat hydrangeas with?

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