so last night i went to my friend's wedding and i think that's really all i can say about it without spewing sappiness all over your screens. seriously. suffice it to say that she was a beautiful bride and it was a super fun night. except for the fact that i borrowed my sister's shoes at the last minute which were the perfect height heel and the perfect color but didn't fit quite right and left me with feet still hurting as i type this. but totally worth it. also, when my husband came to pick me up afterwards, he had flip flops with him which was awesome.
oh, and he and i had this conversation about my (sister's) clutch afterwards:
him: how do you fit anything in here? (i had everything from my lipstick and mirror to my phone and excedrin.)
me: magic.
him: it is magic. it's like hermione's bag.
(harry potter references are also awesome.)
but back to the wedding. um... there's really nothing i can say about it that doesn't start with my first impression of her in fifth grade and go on for pages and pages until it ends up at last night. it's one of those times when words fail me because there's just too much to say with too many emotions tangled up in it and too many secrets and inside jokes and too little time and space. and at the end of it, some of you might have missed the point completely, sigh about wasted hours, and move on with your life without understanding the magnitude of last night.
which of course brings to mind the question of: if i had nothing to say about the wedding then why did i mention it in the first place? because i felt that it should be commemorated in this ongoing virtual recording of my life so that years from now i can look back and know that i was there and it meant something.
*White Wedding - Billy Idol
oh, and he and i had this conversation about my (sister's) clutch afterwards:
him: how do you fit anything in here? (i had everything from my lipstick and mirror to my phone and excedrin.)
me: magic.
him: it is magic. it's like hermione's bag.
(harry potter references are also awesome.)
but back to the wedding. um... there's really nothing i can say about it that doesn't start with my first impression of her in fifth grade and go on for pages and pages until it ends up at last night. it's one of those times when words fail me because there's just too much to say with too many emotions tangled up in it and too many secrets and inside jokes and too little time and space. and at the end of it, some of you might have missed the point completely, sigh about wasted hours, and move on with your life without understanding the magnitude of last night.
which of course brings to mind the question of: if i had nothing to say about the wedding then why did i mention it in the first place? because i felt that it should be commemorated in this ongoing virtual recording of my life so that years from now i can look back and know that i was there and it meant something.
*White Wedding - Billy Idol
oh. my. god. most annoying post EVER! seriously... its like a teaser that promises to be good...and then you end up with nothing! :'( i want details! even if i don't understand the inside jokes and references. grr!
ReplyDeletei'll give you details later. it's just that i started writing the whole thing and the scroll bar thingie was getting smaller and smaller and i thought, "this is a ridiculously long blog post. no one will want to read through all of this." so then i deleted it. but then i thought, "well, i have to write something about the wedding," so this was the middle ground that is closer to the starting point and not very in the middle but will have to do.
ReplyDeleteok anytime you think no one will want to read this...remember that i read your blog and i read everything! ok? okay! unless its a loooong post of quotes...then maybe opt for this not so middle ground format :P lol
ReplyDeletethe quotes post is exactly what i thought of when i decided to delete it lol.
Deletecurse you quotes post!!!!!! :P
ReplyDeleteok so rewrite it :P
Speaking of bags...
ReplyDeleteMe: *Hands husband my bag to hold for a moment*
Husband: What do you have IN this thing? It must weigh ten pounds.
Me: The better question would be, "What don't I have in that thing."
My bags are always huge and crammed with half of my worldly possessions.
Also, congratulations to your friend! :)
i'm like that with most of my bags, too. especially my school bag. i'd be prepared for just about anything with that bag.
Deleteand thanks!