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27.6.05

Day-Of: the blur.

So instead of having attendants we had our families stand up with us, and we didn't really want anyone, but the parents had issues with this, and we said, okay, you do it then. And they were a little blustery for a while but came around in the end (really it wasn't that dramatic, and i think it was just something that had never occured to any of them before, but how do they honestly expect people to say, This is my Best Friend? Because it would all end in tears. But anyway it didn't take long to talk them all into it.) So sooner or later everybody is standing over near the little arch thing and m walks his grandma in and stands next to t, and i believe this is when grandma starts crying. and m's parents and brother walk in, and my mom and brother, and then our two flower girls, and unfortunately i think the one we'd trained to throw flowers at people took us a little too seriously and i'm not entirely sure what happened, as i was downstairs in the basement and not able to see, but i think she tried to throw flowers at somebody and maybe got nervous from all the people and wandered off to her grandma and was generally very cute, and the other flower girl was perfectly strewing her flowers (it's her third time! oh, she's such a pro! everyone thought she was so sweet) and then it was me and dad's turn, and i think this was when my mom started crying, and t said just a little bit and we went right into the unscripted quaker time and all different people talked and it was lovely and for sure mom was crying by now, and then t talked a bit more and we had vows and (note: from now on, i have a mil, and it is still an acronym, and means Mother In Law) mil was crying by now too a little bit. And i'd been crying since basically arriving at the site, and m had been too but not as much, so that was just sort of intermittent throughout. Not quite utterly in tears, but close. And we had vows and they were lovely and we had rings and neither one got lost and then there we were, married! whee!

and then we walked over around the crowd and i decided i didn't want my bouquet any more, only i certainly didn't want to do a Bouquet Toss with all the single women of marriageable age because i hate that, i hate it, every wedding i went to up to now (and sweet!, i never have to do that again either!) has it and i try to hide or go to the facilities or find someone somewhere else far away and every time they find me and make me go stand up in the stupid little crowd with all those giggling empty-headed cows and all i can hope for is that it's not coming at me so i don't have to pretend like i'm going for it, and i sort of lift one arm limp-wristedly so if there's a picture it just looks like i'm not reacting fast enough, or something, but sort of pretending to try to participate, ugh!, i hate that. so i threw the bouquet into the centre of the crowd where anybody, anyone at all, could go for it. And while i couldn't see it (i wasn't really looking and i couldn't really see straight anyway as i was kind of teary and plus i wasn't paying attention) it, um, hit a very dear friend of ours in the head who had just gotten engaged (whee!) and she was fine and it was funny, and so far i think actually she took the best picture of the bouquet itself, and it all worked out very well as far as i'm concerned at least.

And we directed the people towards the food and the beer and had lots of pictures and there were a couple of pictures, maybe, where i forgot i wasn't supposed to lean over, and was therefore a little more busty than i was really planning on being, but the hell with it, i am a bombshell, and the reality of pretending i'm not wasn't really working anyway. That dress fit me like a glove. But. So. Many pictures. And i'm sort of nervous about seeing the professional ones because i'm afraid my smile might have become sort of fixed after a while because it starts getting sore, holding your face like that for ages, i just don't smile that often in real life, you know? Or do i? anyway. no idea. lots of pictures. and then more. and then i guess there was beer and champagne and milling around outside.

At some point it was decided (and i'm not sure by who, but it doesn't really matter) that people should go inside for toasts, so for what seemed like a very long time somebody would come up to me (i was outside) and say you have to make people come inside for toasts! and i tried, i did, but i got distracted. A lot. so i wasn't very effective at making people come inside for toasts. but eventually it happened anyway and everybody got some food (the bbq was excellent, if anyone has an event in central indiana that might need to be catered, it was excellent, but i was happy and i don't think i was all that biased but i might have been) and there were assorted toasts, and at one point d, who was videogra... videotap... making a dvd of it all wanted to see how long m and i could kiss for and i think he got bored after a while. Because we can breathe through our noses. mmmmm. And there was a lot of champagne and the cake was really really good, like, really fantastic. Oh it was good. Half of it was yellow cake with raspberry filling and the other half was chocolate with bavarian creme filling and for a while all i'd had was the yellow-raspberry because it was soooooo good and i like raspberry but at the end of the night there was just a little chocolate left (it was more than half yellow, really, so they got eaten at about the same rate) and i ate the little bit of chocolate left and it was fantastic too. And there was plenty of yellow-raspberry to take home (not even counting the extra layer of it we saved) and munch on the next day. oh it was good.

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