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December 9th, 2009
on weddings

We got another six inches of snow today, on top of the three that came down Sunday as we were driving home. I’ve decided the snow is a sign of new beginnings—married, so let’s wash away everything that came before. On the other hand the Chop drove to work this morning and I panic-dreamed the entire time. Schools are closed, the roads are terrible and we just got married! How dare he risk life and limb to go to a job. Marriage makes you nutty. Plus, hi, snow day sex anyone?

The week of the wedding was unbelievably stressful. It was a great idea from the get-go (get the entire family together to stay for a week beforehand), but when all is said and done, I’m not sure it didn’t make the entire event more stressful. Tension was high and Chop and I (well really, I, the Chop is a trooper) started balking at doing what everyone wanted—which in fact was the issue from the beginning. Sadly our simple family wedding ballooned a bit into more than we wanted, lol. But I will say it was a lovely time and we really enjoyed (most lol) of it.

The wedding ceremony itself was incredibly simple… I walked out with my dad (we had decided on no attendants from the beginning, trying to keep it small—but also because my attendant list would’ve been over 7 and that meant so would his groomsmen and good god, can you imagine?), and Chop was in front of these huge windows with the reverend (who wore robes, so immediately I was like, really? COME ON, where’s the suit?). He said a few words, we exchanged vows, he said more words, we put on the rings and voila, he was announcing that Chop could kiss his wife—very cute. The Chop was pumping heat off like there was no tomorrow—neither of us are big fans of being on display—so the shorter the better. Fortunately Regina whined a few times during the ceremony, which helped break the tension and made him smile.

We had done a lot of family pictures beforehand—and Chop and I had gone down to the covered bridge to shoot ones of just us—so after the ceremony when everyone else went downstairs for appetizers, we went around with the photographer getting more shots of just us together. My sister was awesome and followed us around with food (god, the best meatballs and fresh spring rolls ever) and after thirty minutes or so we went back downstairs.

We chatted down there for maybe another twenty minutes before we were moved upstairs for the buffet line (such good food)—my dad prayed a blessing (where he talked about grandchildren, lol) and the real party started.

Except that we had forgotten to finish the sangria, so Chop’s sisters and I were pouring club soda into the giant black coffee warmer we had commandeered for it—and setting that on a table because really, who has time for a punch bowl when there is sangria?! NOT ME! :D I like to class it up like that ;)

The food was awesome—and honestly, if I wasn’t wearing a corset and wasn’t worried about the lipstick (hi, idiot that I am I didn’t have any backup!), I would’ve gone back for seconds. Chop’s friends told me later that they wanted too but since we didn’t, they didn’t, lol. Ah decorum, I never knew ye!

During the dinner, all the kids were apparently snatching cupcakes from the cupcake table—word to the wise, if you have mini, one bite cupcakes at your wedding, a) don’t set them where the kids can find them beforehand and b) order double the amount you think you’ll need. My awesome cousin managed to sneak four into a container to freeze, but frankly, with the tallies we were hearing (our moms each had 8, his cousin had 9 before dinner was over, etc.), it’s amazing we got any at all! I, of course, wisely married into a niece who went and got me one when I caught on. :D

Our cupcake flavors were chocolate/chocolate, red velvet/cream cheese, chocolate/peanut butter, vanilla/peanut butter, pumpkin/cream cheese and pumpkin/maple cream—all of which were amazing. For our feeding each other moment, I shoved a red velvet up Chop’s face/nose and I believe the one I got was pumpkin, but frankly I was too busy laughing my ass off to notice. My favorite part = shoving a cupcake. I feel like we should do that annually.

The next part is where I started to lose it—we were supposed to have a first dance but I really didn’t want too and because I’m an idiot, we caused a bit of drama with a couple of people (his sister, who did our music and was amazing the entire time; and a couple of my friends). Finally it was decided to just go straight into dancing music and everyone was encouraged to dance and I took a timeout. (I know, I know—but seriously, weddings are possibly the most stressful day of a lifetime. There is no situation where a wedding does not make you insane. And I was already half-way there, so yeah.)

We danced to Mr. Big Stuff and then later, when most everyone had trickled away, to the Avett Brothers’ Ballad of Love and Hate—which was perfect. A couple of our friends were slow dancing on the dance floor and we joined them, with no camera and no one watching. Earlier we had danced with family (Chop more than me) and I with my Dad and Chop with his mom, so I feel like we probably covered almost all our bases.

See earlier in the evening, when I was getting in my dress, we undid the halter neck (to protect my hair) and a button popped off. My seamstress aunt/godmother safety pinned it, and sadly I spent the day having a safety pin dig into my neck—I literally bled for fashion! On top of everything else that made me cranky and uncomfortable and I really did not want to dance, I wanted to go to bed. Plus, hi, the most painful shoes alive? OMFG. I spent most of the night in my green Crocs (thank god my dress was long enough to cover them).

The best part of the night came when probably a third of the people had left and all of our friends and family (aside from the parents-boo) got into swimsuits and hit the hot tubs and pool. A keg was dragged outside and we proceeded to party all night. We jumped between hot tubs, the pool, the steam room, the dry sauna and the refrigerators for a good three hours—one of my favorite moments was walking into the kitchen and seeing two of Chop’s best friends two-fisting beef and potatoes cold, straight from the fridge. :)

The party then meandered upstairs to the poker/pool room, there was a whole debacle in the steam room (wine and steam room, bad) and I spent the last hour or so with my best friend in bed while Chop beat the guys at poker. Around 4AM he came into our room and laughed, as Em and I were chatting away, oblivious to the time.

So that was my wedding. It had its ups and downs, and I would most certainly change my attitude about some things if I could (and get another pair of shoes), but I can’t and I’m OK with that. We really had a great time—our friends and cousins and parents and sisters (did I mention Chop has three? so now I have four?) were awesome and helped make it a really special day.

I am so fucking glad it’s over though. :)

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