Okey doke.
All in all, it was a good time. But, that probably had more to do w/ the "haven't seen ya in a month, let's get it on" sex than the wedding itself. I digress.
Hmm...flight was uneventful. I needed to wait at the airport for 2 hours for DH's flight to arrive from Austin, so I got a mani/pedi (red, of course).
Rehearsal: bride was late. Like, an hour late. Other than that, no big thing.
Rehearsal dinner: Open bar (umm...awesome, MIL, I think you're tops!). One interesting thing that I noticed was that BIL (groom) was the only "dad" there who wasn't actively invoved in the care of his child at *some* point during the meal. The bride was the one to take care of her (very energetic) four year old who was clearly excited and all over the joint. Yup. He just sat there and ate his meal and conversed w/ friends/ family while the bride was up out of her seat for the entire thing. I felt a tiny bit bad, but I think he'll learn soon enough. It just struck me that he's taken on "dad" in name only. Mind you, there were other kids there, ranging in age from infant to six and the parents all alternated who was on duty.
Party in the hotel after rehearsal dinner = fun.
Wedding: Alright, so, we get all dolled up. Flasks are filled. And it's ridiculously hot. Well, not really. It was probably only 85ish, but the church had no a/c and there was no cross breeze at all. It was a full Catholic Mass.
Background: DH's family has a VERY close family friend who is a priest. He said FIL's funeral Mass, he said our Nuptual Mass and that of my other BIL. He goes on vacation w/ their family, is over to dinner all the time, went to my SIL's graduation (drove from MD to TX to do it). Basically, he knows the family as if they were his own. He also did the pre cana for the bride and groom. It is customary for the priest who does the pre cana to officiate over the mass, SO, he flew up to Boston to find that the bride had asked her parish priest to do it.
Skip to wedding:
Bride was late, again. She started getting ready at 6am and the wedding was at 12:30. The bride/ bridesmaids were 45 minutes late. The priest was from Uganda and didn't even know the bride's name. During his (1.5 HOUR) homily, he talked about how wonderful it is that our president was born in Africa, compared the bride to a horse, talked about my SIL who had just returned from Africa, talked about various Masses that he has said all over the US and blah, blah, blah. Nothing personal about the couple AT ALL. So, we're all sitting there in this blazing hot church listening to him ramble about nothing at all. It was awesome. Two hours later (twice the normal mass length), we were out of there. We drove for about a half an hour to the reception site.
Reception:
Ok, so, we roll up and there were probably 150 folks there and ONE table w/ chips, guac, and salsa. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was good chips, guac and salsa, but not "stand in line for 30 minutes to get it" good.
I break out the flask. Now, what I *didn't* know was that BIL had failed to mention to ANYONE else that it was cash bar. Not even him mom/ sibs knew. Awesome. So, they're all on my like white on rice. Which, to be honest, was annoying. Your brother's lack of communication does not mean that you get to drain my stash when I'm stranded in the middle of the woods.
At one point, DH and I were sitting down eating and, one at a time over the course of about 10-15 minutes, 9 people came up to get a drink (they were all from the same table- a mix of my sibs-in-laws and friends of theirs). No, "Hey, how's it going..." just, "We heard you have alcohol, can I have some?" Well, w/ person 10 (who happened to by my SIL) I just turned around and said, "Are you kidding me? Can I just enjoy my meal for a bit??"
And, do you know what she did? She went and told her mom that I was mean and snapped at her (or something). Yeah, MIL brought it up to me a few days later saying that there was no reason for me to do that, until I explained the REST of the story to her...then I got an apologetic email from my SIL to which I have yet to reply. I need to figure out how to nicely say that one day, she will have a MIL and I'm sure she won't appreciate her ILs talking about her over nothing in particular AND that we've known each other for ten years- if she is upset w/ me, she can talk to ME and not to her mom. We're freaking mid-thirties for crying out loud. Again, I'm getting off subject.
OK, so, they ran out of food. Awesome. That happened when the bride asked for the family to go outside for photos. I asked if she wanted the spouses of family and she was all, "Of course!!" So, I went outside and stood there for 45 minutes- turns out I wasn't needed. No biggie, except that the dregs of the meal were left when we got back in (it was buffet).
Hmm...not much else, really. It wasn't all that eventful.
Oh, and totally unrelated, while we were away Tommy started talking and it's adorable. This morning when he woke up he was running through the things he loves. "I loooove trucks. I looooove choo choo trains. I looooove jets. I love vitamins. I love strawberries. I loooooove Mommies. Oh, yes, I loooooove Mommies." ![]()

Re: A very short wedding review. Umm...nevermind, it's not short at all!
Sounds like an interesting wedding and reception.
I can't help but wondering, did you know all the people who were asking you for drinks? I got the impression that you didn't but I just can't imagine asking a stranger for some of their liquor that they brought in a flask.
about half I had met on occasion through my ILs. The other half were my DH's brothers and sisters. Which, ordinarily, I would LOVE to give them all the drinks they want. I was just pissy that their BIL didn't fill them in (communication is an issue in their family and it drives me nuts).
DH and I brought 6 flasks to share w/ extended family at our table who we hadn't seen and were pretty sure would not have gotten the cash bar memo. I assumed (wrongly) that DH's immediate family would have known.
I apparently missed the flask posts. I ? that you and your DH brought such a high volume- very impressive!
ILs suck.
Glad you're back!
I started making this
face at the 2 hour, non-air-conditioned, strange/stranger-Priest led mass and couldn't put it away. O M G.
I think your SIL should buy you a 64 ounce flask for Christmas. From the product description: "An ideal gift for the true overachiever in your social circle! Also an excellent way to simultaneously impress your friends and frighten your family."
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I haven't read the review yet, but I see you didn't post a pic of you smokin in that dress....
:::taps fingers:::
what a crazy wedding.
I'm now waiting for the hot Urban photos
Favorite!
I mean, aside from Tommy talking of course. Yay!
The poor family priest though. I wonder what was going through his head as he sat through the mass.
And boy is your BIL in for a shock once he's expected to actually BE a daddy to this girl. He obviously has no idea what he's in for.
Glad you stocked up on booze. I think I would have been one of those annoying people who was bumming off of you.