I left my camera in my car most of the weekend, and when I remembered to get it on Friday evening after the bonfire I took a few goofy pictures with the Hooked On Tonics girls and then noticed that the battery was almost dead. So most of the wedding weekend went undocumented, at least by me. The official wedding photographer did get a picture of me dropping a huge slice of coconut cream pie on the floor, though. I remember that part.
The weekend was fairly epic. Was it the most fun I've had at a wedding? Perhaps. I've gone to some pretty fun weddings, so it's hard to say.
Some highlights: I watched steam rising off the lake in the frosty early morning when I went for a run yesterday, and I scared two big whitetail deer in the silence. I met some goats on a nearby farm, who ate grass out of my hands with their warm feathery-soft lips and let me scratch them on the flat place on their heads between their horns. I made friends with the flower girl and we danced and sang songs and talked in fancy lady accents to each other. There was so much extra room in the bust of my brown bridesmaid's dress that I carried the bride's lipstick in there, as well as my own. My date danced like a champ and taught me how to throw a football. We played some pickup basketball with the bride and groom and the best man and a bridesmaid and the flower girl. I wrote a love limerick for the bride and groom that included the words "Pawtucket" and "bucket." I drank Midori, Chambord, Chartreuse, some kind of nasty red stuff that tasted like an atomic fireball, and lots of wine, whiskey, rum, gin, champagne, and beer. I managed to read about 40 pages of Sam Harris's excellent book. Turboglacier and I threw balls of Play Doh at one another while dancing to R.L. Burnside. I had a good heart to heart with one of the HOT girls, who I admire so very much. I lost a couple of foosball games. I ate pizza without sauce. I learned about a pending divorce from one friend, and about a baby on the way from another. I danced with everyone who would make eye contact with me. I ate marshmallows that other people toasted for me. I didn't screw up the poem I read during the service. I saw a shooting star. I got my hair styled by a self-confessed "big hair Cranston Gina." I climbed into a first floor window because a door was locked. I danced on furniture. I fell down. I didn't find a four-leaf clover but I tried. I closed down the bonfire on Friday night. I talked about Etchells and J/24s and J/32s and F28s and motorboats. I learned a secret. I laughed a lot.
This morning was tough. I still feel creaky and a little bit slow and I have some unexplained bruises. My feet are pretty sore. On the ride home I listened to music very loud and got myself a greasy double cheeseburger and drank lots of water. I felt human by about 3, and was brave enough to try to mow my very long grass when I got home. I'm considering going for a long walk but will probably just curl up on the sofa and watch a movie, or go to sleep early.