Get me to the church on time!

I am an adult. How did that happen and how can I make it stop?

I can tell that I am an adult because two of my good friends got married, to each other. I went to the wedding and suddenly I was the grown-up friend of the couple that I saw at family weddings when I was a kid. The singleton. This is getting depressing so lets make it happy again and talk about all the awesomeness that was this wedding!

First of all, all friends of the bride were kept busy the week before the wedding with favor making and the like.

Then the day arrived. It was a greek orthodox ceremony, so none of my friends had any idea what was happening, but people looked pretty. I took the flash off during the service, so most of those pictures are super blurry, but heres one that came out pretty good.

Then came the reception. The best part of a wedding is the party, and party we did. Especially when it came time to boogie! We danced the night away (and some of us were sensible and brought flats to dance in!)

As the groomsmen had dropped the ball entirely, we friends of the bride picked up the slack. Their car, the mighty Tracker as we have affectionately named it, was coated with butter, wrapped in alternating layers of saran wrap and toilet paper, and festooned with condoms and lubricant. I must say, Mr. Valentine’s day really stepped up and helped us, even found a stick to help fish out the saran wrap roll from under the car.

This wedding, while joyous, was also quite sad as we all had to bid farewell to a group member. Megan is leaving in only a week for Namibia with the peace corps. While we are all proud of her and she is excited to go, it really hit hard that she will be in Africa for the next two years. There were definitely tears, but we didn’t let the bride see, it was her day after all (you get a day, not a week, a day).

The Bouquet Toss was quite possibly the moment of the night. It was tossed, myself and 3 other women co-caught it, and then we all pushed it off on Megan so she would have to do the Garter thing and the dance. She, of course, had no idea what was going to happen to her, she just thought we were all being nice to her and letting her have the bouquet. Silly rabbit.

We all danced with the brothers of the bride, danced all the calories off and laughed heartily at the cake topper, it was very appropriate to the couple.

Mostly it was a blast, singing at the top of our lungs to “I Will Survive” and dancing and laughing and crying. It was An American Wedding.