SATURDAY: So, the wedding went just fine. I got to the church early like I was supposed to and sat in my designated soloist seat near the front of the church. I had two minor wardrobe malfunctions to start my day off, though. The shoes I bought that matched the dress I wore (which Steve said didn't look as bad on me as he thought it would. You know, the more I think about it, the less I'm going to miss him when I have to kill him in his sleep.) had been flipping and flopping off of my feet since I put them on and started walking in them. Luckily, and for no foreseeable reason at the time, I had put the elastic band from the big box of chocolate that Kenny had given me for graduation into my purse, and when I cut it in half with my Miss Army Knife, I was able to tie the halves onto my shoe straps and keep the shoes on! THANK YOU, KENNY! It felt like a Mentos moment! However, when I leaned over to tie the bands onto my shoes, one of "the girls" almost made a break for it. I'm SO very glad that the church was still relatively empty. So very, very glad.
<--- That is the dress I wore. It's not at all like anything else I've ever owned in my life, but it actually looked cute. Also, it had pockets, and that just plain ruled.The wedding began, and the groomsmen came forward to light two giant candelabras on the stage. For some reason one of the candles wouldn't light all the way with the tall brass thingies that they were using, and when they walked back to the rear of the church, it went out. The groomsman went back up to relight it, but realized that the brass thingy was useless, so he pulled out one of those grill lighters out of the back of his tux and lit it again. That was funny. So then everything began and the family started walking down the aisle. Then they played the infernal song "Butterfly Kisses" and the other soloist was saying "don't listen, don't listen" to me under her breath. How could I help it, though? So I grabbed my wrist and pinched the hell out of myself. Seriously, I am surprised that I didn't sever that vein I was pinching so hard. That kept the tears away until the mother of the bride came up and was lighting the memorial candle next to the photo of her deceased husband. I just pinched harder and tears welled up anyways. The only thing that saved me from collapsing on the floor in a puddle of sobs was the fact that the memorial candle wouldn't light, and the guy who was escorting the mom turned out to be the same boy scout that had the lighter in his pants. So he pulled that out and lit the candle for the mom, which made everyone smile again. My solo went well, or so everyone told me, and the couple were lawfully wedded and all. It was so sweet. I love to hear really spiritual ceremonies. I always like to hear the parts of the bible that talk about the way marriage is supposed to be like. To bad it's not as easy to follow what it says as it is to listen to it!
Then, there was cake. ; )
I ended up with a big swollen weal on my wrist where I pinched myself, which is still there. Boo. After I left the reception, I needed to run an errand, but I was kind of lonely. Steve had decided not to go with me, so I was alone. I tried calling a couple of people, but no one answered their phones! I finally got Steve to answer, but he was half asleep, so we didn't talk for long.
And so ended the day, with a DVD of Firefly (which should still be on the air, in my opinion) and an episode of Dr. Who.
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