Let me preface by saying how much fun I had this weekend. Allow me to continue by saying it was also the most absurd and ridiculous experience of my twenties.
I arrived in Jacksonville, FL and got a ride to Brunswick, GA by one of the groomsmen. Immediately I was putting out wine bottles and tying ribbons around napkins at the Old City Hall. Later that night was a low country broil, hosted by family...or friends...or family friends. I don't know, these southern families are huge. The wine was a plenty, I made some German friends (Verena, with whom I'm now obsessed--she's more fabulous than I'll ever be), and then it was time for the groom's bachelor party. The ladies and I went out to the bar, but not before I had a costume change with LeftRight. She brought an extra dress in case she got hot; after I spilled an entire glass of red wine on my skirt, I convinced her to give me the dress she was wearing and put on the one in her purse. We went to the bar and I got Verena what I said was a fancy American drink: Vodka sprite. Well done me. On the walk back to the beach house to crash the boys' party, we stopped at a gas station where I bought some sort of slurpee concoction and stole a Tinkerbell lipgloss thing. Or maybe I paid for it, I really couldn't tell you. All I know that it was in my purse the next morning when I woke up. Naked. Next to the groom.
No, no, no, nothing happened. Celcel the natural was in between us throughout the night, also naked, but that's a usual occurrence. We slept on the floor in our panties, and Toby the groom joined us later into the night. I just think it's funny to say that I woke up topless next to the groom the day before his wedding.
Friday was the bridesmaids luncheon, which was lovely. Also, delicious. Friday afternoon was the rehearsal, then the rehearsal dinner which was a giant BBQ in Cel's backyard. After that, as it was the 4th, we celebrated our nation's independence. Three water taxis took everyone out onto the water, so that we could watch the fireworks from St. Simons, Jekyll, Sea Island and Brunswick all at once. Had I not felt like death, I'm sure I would have been more fun. I enjoyed myself though; I had the thought while I was on board how grateful I am to be able to do such cool things. I also had the thought: "Remember to blog about this."
We stayed in the world's coolest bed & breakfast. My room was in the attic, it was so me. I lucked out and had it to myself the whole weekend, which consisted of much needed repose from all the mayhem of the wedding. I wanted to move into that room. For whatever reason, my whole life I wanted an attic bedroom like that. Maybe I read too many books about orphans becoming princesses, etc.
The wedding went well, except that I took out my lip stud and the hole closed up. I bought a retainer, but it looked even more absurd than a metal thing hanging off my face. For the best, I suppose. AP said to me today, "I like it, because now I'm looking at you and not the lip ring." Thanks, AP. As a side note, she's been really good about making me feel pretty after 2 people have commented on my weight in the past week.
As this blog title suggests, the bridesmaids were indeed bright green. We didn't look as awful as we expected, rather kind of cute. Towards the end of the evening, the mother of the bride said to me "someone likes their dress!" because I was still wearing mine a few hours after everyone had changed into more comfortable clothes. I drunkenly replied, "well it's not like I'll ever wear this again, might as well get some use out of it!"
There's so much more to this weekend, I don't even know where to begin. This is a sufficient start. Let's just say that I broke at least two hearts, fell in love with a man and his son, and peed myself laughing about the drunken misadventures of LeftRight.
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