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Rolling a wheelchair on carpet is like going continually a tiny bit uphill. My room was (best guess) a quarter mile from the elevators. I did ONE round trip under my own power, and the tendons in both wrists are still screaming at me days later.
The Primping Room! Two hairdressers. A bunch of women. A plate of fruit for snackies. Cameras all over the place. Hair spray and jewelry everywhere. Random people delivering stuff for the flower girls. Waving out the window to the non-primpers at the pool. The groom trying to get ready in the midst of this chaos.
My carefully sewed outfit did fit fine, but never having tried the whole thing on at once, I didn't know how I would look in it. I put it on for the first time about five minutes before the ceremony. Verdict: heinous. It's salvageable, but not quickly. With two minutes remaining I threw it on the bed and wore the Backup Plan (ankle-length and midnight blue). Lesson learned. Unit testing != system testing.
Flower girls are the cutest things in the universe. Especially when one of them somehow manages to lose her shoes by the time she arrives at the ceremony. That right there is the eternal and primal force of cute.
Beautiful, beautiful wedding. Lovely readings. Jaw-droppingly gorgeous bride (okay, I'm biased). Handsome groom with a joyful smile. Beautiful outdoor setting. Adorably cute ring bearer. Relaxed and happy and enthusiastic officiant who's a long time friend. If I ever have a ceremony I hope it's half as nice. This one was great.
It was wonderful to see my sister and her groom dancing, and it was just as wonderful to see my parents dancing. They were clearly loving it... and wow can they dance, too.
I still wonder how much alcohol a wedding consumes.
I actually danced a little at the reception. Yeah, I'm paying for it, but yeah, it was worth it.
The Primping Room! Two hairdressers. A bunch of women. A plate of fruit for snackies. Cameras all over the place. Hair spray and jewelry everywhere. Random people delivering stuff for the flower girls. Waving out the window to the non-primpers at the pool. The groom trying to get ready in the midst of this chaos.
My carefully sewed outfit did fit fine, but never having tried the whole thing on at once, I didn't know how I would look in it. I put it on for the first time about five minutes before the ceremony. Verdict: heinous. It's salvageable, but not quickly. With two minutes remaining I threw it on the bed and wore the Backup Plan (ankle-length and midnight blue). Lesson learned. Unit testing != system testing.
Flower girls are the cutest things in the universe. Especially when one of them somehow manages to lose her shoes by the time she arrives at the ceremony. That right there is the eternal and primal force of cute.
Beautiful, beautiful wedding. Lovely readings. Jaw-droppingly gorgeous bride (okay, I'm biased). Handsome groom with a joyful smile. Beautiful outdoor setting. Adorably cute ring bearer. Relaxed and happy and enthusiastic officiant who's a long time friend. If I ever have a ceremony I hope it's half as nice. This one was great.
It was wonderful to see my sister and her groom dancing, and it was just as wonderful to see my parents dancing. They were clearly loving it... and wow can they dance, too.
I still wonder how much alcohol a wedding consumes.
I actually danced a little at the reception. Yeah, I'm paying for it, but yeah, it was worth it.
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Oh, and my folks were asking after you this past weekend, so they send their hellos and regards!
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On the other hand, I find saying the word "job" in the same sentences with my parents highly disturbing because oh dear gods, someday I'd like to think I get to STOP working.
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Ugh, I hear you about "job". My dad is still working (at a startup, no less) and still thinking about what his next job will be, and yeesh, I'd like to have a role model saying that retirement exists.