Today I have been in my condo for 3 weeks. It is still messy, although most of the dishes are done. I even did some laundry.
In some ways I still feel like I'm recovering from Heather's wedding last weekend. In others, I know it's way past time for me to get off my ass and start sorting out my own life.
The wedding was awesome. Definitely the best I've ever been to, although I think being somewhat involved and actually being good friends with the bride and groom helped. I wasn't the youngest person there, I wasn't the distant friend from out of town, and I even had a date.
The three most frustrating things that happened (in no particular order) were:
a) The limo broke down. It appears the the limo drive was just pulling out of his driveway to come get us when the limo died. We had a small panic. The limo company had a small panic. In the end they sent two town cars, which worked out well. It just didn't fit what we wanted, which was to all be in one car as a wedding party. We were late, and so the ceremony ran late, but it eventually worked out and meant less standing around after the fact.
b) My hairdresser sucked. Kelly, my regular hairdresser, was taking her salon to a Women in Business show, so I booked the bridesmaids into a neighbouring salon. I had a very clear idea of what I wanted done because Kelly had done it a few times before and Heather had actually asked that I do something similar. Kelly would have done it. The girl I had did not.
It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't quite what I wanted. And it definitely looked out of place from what the rest of the girls had, which made me sad. In retrospect, I should have just asked for something similar to what Jeannie and Jennetta were getting so the bridesmaids all matched. I didn't look terrible. We all referred to it as my "rock star hair." I just sort of wish that it had been a little more conventional.
c) It was cold. It was actually a lovely day, but as the sun started to go down, the wind came up, and we all stood in strapless dresses, being outside for wedding photos felt like a bad idea. I'm pretty sure my lips matched my dress (see above). I'm hoping they can airbrush that out.
But, considering that those were the three worst things that happened, I think the wedding went really well.
Heather and Mike looked so happy. Mom took this picture while they were having their First Waltz. Andy really came through as Best Man wit his speech and video. If he ever sends it, I'll try to post it for people to see, because it was seriouly an awesome project. He did a funny reenactment of when Mike and Heather first met using heads on sticks and quite a bit of creative license. For example, Mike doesn't really sound like Christopher Walken as mafia king.
The whole thing made me a little afraid of weddings. Being that close to the planning and seeing how much work it is made me a little nervous. It seems like a lot of stress for a few hours of benefit. But, being an event planner, I guess I understand. It just all seemed so crazy and seemed to go so fast. I never got to ask Heather if she was actually enjoying herself or if it was all just a blur. I've heard so many people say that -- and that's why videographers are essential now; people actually want to remember what happened.
The other strange/interesting/neat thing about Heather's wedding, was the "high school reuinion" aspect. Heather is a lot better at keeping in touch with her friends from high school, even though she's in a different place in her life. Heather is my only friend left from my high school, and Foo is the only other one left from my high school era (Kris doesn't count because, really, we're friends from pre-school). She didn't have a ton of high school friends there, but she invited quite a few more than I think I would if I were getting married now. Those are the six of us. Amanda, Krista, Heather (you know, the one in the wedding dress), Courtney, me, and Lindsay. Of all of them, Amanda and Heather would be the only ones I'd invite if I were getting married tomorrow. It's weird to even have conversations with some of them. Especially when you can pinpoint the end of the friendship with certain ones. So it was weirdto put all that aside and just talk. I guess weddings are as much of a reunion as a union. Well, the big ones anyway.
Maybe they aren't too much work after all.