At Last

SexyBeast and I went to a wedding this weekend of some really close friends. We live in Schenectady, the wedding was in Harriman/ Central Valley, NY. We decided to get up early from our place to get to the groom's house (sexybeast was groomsman!) instead of spending Friday night at the after party locale (stinky hunting cabin). I fucking forgot my straightening iron hence the stupid curls.

The ceremony was at a Catholic church and the priest seemed to have trouble remembering what he was doing "We are here today for Phil and...... Melissa. For the rite of....... matrimony". Communion was offered, I did not partake.

See that cop car, barricades everywhere for the cheese festival and a crap fair at one of the local schools. Lots of turning around and confusion but we all got to the reception in one piece.

It was an open bar for the entire length of the reception, I had about 5 malibu rum and pineapple juices. It was most excellent. There was antipasto nibbles and waiter staff wandering around w/ bacon wrapped scallops, fried ravioli, mozzarella sticks, mini quiches, steak teriyaki, salmon puffs (which i didn't have) and baked brie.

First dance was a Beatles song. Awesome!

I cried when Sexybeast and I slow danced to "At Last" by Etta James. I'm a sap.

Dinner was buffet, I had all the meats except for the stuffed sole and both starches and bread. This was good because it was the 1st meal I had all day.

We took the limo back to the afterparty. It smelled like a wet dog and looked like a bad strip club w/ a mirrored ceiling and changing lights. Sexybeast was pretty obliterated by this point and stuck his head out of the window shouting Metallica songs. The driver discretely put the child safety locks on the windows.

I put Sexybeast to bed at 7pm. He slept for 12 hours.

All in all, I had a fabulous weekend.