Recap part 1

I took off work Thursday, Friday and Monday for the wedding. Here's some of what I did those days. Thursday: I kinda had the day to myself as the Bride overslept by a lot. I got my nails done a lovely shade of purple. I bought an outfit for the rehearsal dinner. I made sure I had my spanx ( you ladies know what I am talking about). Met the Bride at the condo they rented for the weekend. Holy shit. I cried at the sight of it. Why can't I live somewhere awesome like that? My ENTIRE apartment could fit in the kitchen/living room area. And it had a balcony. And a view. And three bedrooms. The Bride gave me a tour. I looked in a bedroom and said "Mine!" Bride laughed, but knew I wasn't kidding. After the quick tour, she and I went to dinner at Hopleaf. We had a couple of lovely beers while we waited for our table. Dinner was a sausage plate appetizer (nom nom nom), a CB&J for the Bride - cashew butter and fig jam - and a brisket sandwich for me. There were homemade potato chips with that. We shared a chocolate mousse with raspberry sauce dessert. I say "mousse" but it was more of a "cement". A delicious cement to be sure. We then went back to the condo. We popped our heads in on the Boston people who were playing games in their condo on the second floor. We headed back upstairs. The Bride had asked me to bring "Pretty in Pink" for us to watch. Of course, we couldn't figure out the DVD player, so that didn't happen. The Groom showed up and the tricycle of awesome had some laughs and then watched "Daybreakers". Not a bad film, I'd say. Super cool concept, actually. Neither Bride nor Groom expounded on the political undertones of the film (I was kinda shocked at that) and it was a good night. Friday. Oops. Made the mistake of turning on the "Grey's Anatomy" finale. First of all, I pretty much don't even watch this show anymore, but I saw previews and was like 'Cool, shoot 'em up at Seattle Grace, that's worth watching'. Wow. Lots of shooting and stuff in the first hour. I had to speak sternly to myself "hey, asshole, you are supposed to be out and about already. get moving" "Yes ma'am" I answered myself. Packed up, headed out. Got the lovely pastries over the Daily for the rehearsal dinner. Had one of those encounters where the manager knew me, and I was pretty sure I didn't know him. I said "Oh, it's not MY wedding" He said "Of course! Because if it was your wedding, this whole place would be jumping!" Um, okkkkkkaaaaayyyy Got to the condo, got to work. Weddings don't just magically appear. There's ribbons, and glue guns, and sparkles and other stuff. Rehearsal dinner. Double ooops. Maid of Honor (ok, yours truly) had one (ok, five) too many Jamey's (ok, shots of Jameson) on top of barely eating and having a bunch (ok, seven or eight) Rolling Rocks. Conversation with self in bathroom: "I have to throw up" "Do NOT throw up. They'll all hear you" "But I'll feel a lot better" "Do NOT throw up." "The Bride is going to kill me" "Do NOT throw up" I didn't throw up. (but in hindsight, I probably should have) Can't say I remember getting back to the condo. I do know we had to be up by 7:45 on Saturday to go over and get the hall ready for the wedding. ...........to be continued..............