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Wednesday
May202009

There Goes the MOH

Longtime The Readers will remember Flipper, Oogie, and G-Force, my partners in bacheloretting when I lived in Florida.  We are now 50% married.

The latest addition to this total was Flipper, who, while an otherwise intelligent person, thought it best to choose, as her matron of honor, the person most likely to become lost on her way down the aisle.  Since this was big-girl time, I sucked it up, did not drink until after the wedding, and did not get lost.  I tripped halfway down the aisle instead.

In my defense, these are the shoes I was wearing:

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The aisle was also carpeted and a whole entire ten feet long.  I AM NOT TO BLAME.

I am to blame, however, for certain reception-related behaviors, much to the delight of the bride and groom:

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Oogie's two-year-old was in the house, and he danced all night, as long as one defines "dance" as "running in circles on the dance floor with your eyes closed."  This I did, because the shoes, for serious, people, had cut little ridges on the instep.  So in order to keep myself awake and moving, that is what I did:  Circling the dance floor, eyes occasionally closed.  You know it's a good night when the DJ has to come over the sound system and tell you to stop it.

celebrate good times come on at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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"(...)as long as one defines “dance” as “running in circles on the dance floor with your eyes closed.” "

Actually, that's how I define dance, too; which could explain why I'm still single.

Congrats to Flipper.

May 20, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

I am SO glad I'm not the only one that embarrasses themselves during wedding ceremonies. My problem is stairs. During the first wedding I was in, I stepped on the hem of my dress and fell as I walked up to the alter, sending the church into uproarious laughter. At my sister's wedding, which was outside, my slick-bottomed shoe did not like the painted cement gazebo step, and I fell forward so fast that my brother - the maid of honor (don't ask), had to leap down from the gazebo and catch me before my face married the pavement. Good times. I'm now known as the wedding comic relief.

May 21, 2009 | Unregistered Commenteramy t.

At least that's a nice dress, and a lovely color on you, MB. You can maybe wear it to the next inauguration (it's pretty classy, and may be worn in 4 OR 8 years).

May 21, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAnne from Iowa

Oh, I once choked my then-brother-in-law to death with that big ass rosary thingy you hang around the bride and the groom during the ceremony.

Since he ended up divorcing my sis, I guess my instincts were right on target :)

May 21, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

That is a positively *stunning* dress you have on there.... seriously.

May 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJules

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