Well, other than my twisted ankle, last night’s wedding festivities were amazing. My dear friends Bill and Beth tied the knot, marking the first of my college crew to do so. Naturally, a big hoopla ensued. 
So how did I twist my ankle? The fun answer is that I got cocky and was showing off my mad dance skills on the dance floor. The real answer is that I got cocky and was hopping all over the dance floor when someone’s foot caught mine and I went down, rolling my right ankle, and killing all my dance skills for the rest of the night. I did manage a successful slow-ish drunk number with Sean, and the first part of “Devil Went Down to Georgia” since I could mostly hop around on one foot with that one without looking like too much of an idiot.
The day could not have been more perfect – warm, sunny, slightly breezy. And every time it should have, the sun popped right out on top of Beth as if heaven itself came straight down and high-fived her. We had a case of bridal nerves during the morning, but thanks to bridesmaids that were more prepared than boy scouts, we abated every not-even-an-issue issue with flying colors. Forgot your strapless bra? No problem! I brought three. Curls falling out? Curling iron and super hold hairspray to the rescue. Forgot to cut the tags out of your dress? Have no fear – we have scissors. And powder, and lipgloss and bobby pins and perfume and kleenex and Subway for lunch so no one passes out.
The bridal nerves completely dissolved the moment she got to the aisle. You could see it happen, too. Her eyes met Bill’s and this wave of calm just completely washed over her (naturally, right about the same time the sunshine did). They had a beautiful ceremony and we all made it through without significant tears.
The afternoon was spent cruising around in the limo, stopping in Rice Park to take pictures, polishing off a few brews and Beth finally getting a chance to relax:
Cocktail hour, dinner, and the dance followed – all taking place at the St. Paul Hotel, in downtown St. Paul.
Steph and I shared our own amount of schmoopiness (Happy Anniversary, Bestie!!!):
We danced the night away with Lilla (who lives in Chicago now and who we all miss dearly!) and Bridget (who can cut a rug like no other, giving Allan a certain run for his money!):
Six of the usual suspects shared a hotel room, complete with adventures such as snorers, bed-space-hoggers, friends returning at 430am, giggles, giggles and more giggles (mostly Sean), and spending the morning hours watching brain candy TV on VH1. This is Sean bidding good morning from his post on the floor:
The entire day was a complete success and so very much fun. Congrats, Bill and Beth! (or as Beau, the tail-tuxed pianest composed, “Billobeth.”
Bring Your Pet to Work Day?
April 2, 2008
This is my cat. In my laptop bag. What a weirdo.
Maybe she’ll finish my NW posts for me…
Blast from the Past
March 31, 2008
Trashley got married at the end of February, resulting in a massive reunion of my high school girlfriends. Here’s a picture of me with two of the standouts – Cori and Sarah.
Now, for the fun part
Below is a picture of us the day we graduated from [Park Senior] high school. Sarah’s second from the left; Cori is far right, and I am to the left of Cori.
We grew up pretty nicely, huh? This is seven years ago, as of this June.
CLASS OF 2001!!!
