Hustle and Bustle

I had two weddings to attend on Saturday. One ceremony was at three, the other was at four. It would have been easy if one of the weddings was in the morning, but no. So to not disappoint anyone, I RSVP'd to both, and bet your ass I made it to both ceremonies. They were beautiful.

My friend's wedding was emotional for everyone. She has been away at college (now at graduate school) for about four years now, and this is the first time we (the buddies) have been together at once since then. We were the buddies, six of us, who met mainly through eachother. We went out every weekend, we called eachother at 6 a.m on birthdays, exchanged gifts at Holidays...then one had a baby. Then The Bride went away for school. Then another had twins and moved back home to be closer to her sick mother. Then I had Little Man. There are just two that are neither married nor have kids. We have grown up and are following the path our lives are leading us to, which for us seems to be in different ways. But we were together again, and we were so happy. I was tearing up the second she started walking down the aisle. When they were announced as husband and wife I felt such joy for them. The reception was a time for five of us (The Bride was busy, hello!) to snap a million pictures together, and (those of us with kids) break out the most recent photos. We ate, drank, and talked talked talked talked....it was great. I miss my buddies. I'm glad I got to spend time with them.
The other wedding, for one of the agents at my job, also beautiful. They make a great couple. Their reception was also beautiful, the little time I got to spend there. I snuck away from my friend's reception to go and make my appearance there, and got lost on the way. But I showed my face, laughed with some co-workers. Danced to "Hey, Mickey!" (Hey Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Mickey!!!!)
Then I rejoined the buddies. God, I could have stayed there all night. But I was home by midnight. And Daddy pointed out the huge smile I had on my face. And I felt goooooooood.
Sunday morning was not great, I had to pick Little Man up from my mother's house, but I woke up with the biggest headache, ever. It actually kinda felt like a hangover headache, but I had only had one drink. ONE DRINK. I had to crawl out of bed and find some sunglasses, quick! I made myself somewhat presentable, took some advil and spent the day with Daddy and Little Man.
So I made it to both. Barely made it to the second, but dammit I showed my face!!!

***To the person looking for sex*pictures*of*elmo- that's just gross. Really.