Not in marrying a Texan (although the Texas crowd certainly adds something to a reception that cannot be taken away) and not marrying a film guy (although I am DEFINITELY not opposed), but marrying the right man and making the wedding and reception a huge bomb diggity party.
Now there were a few in whom I felt partied a little too hardy, and took the class out of things, which made me think as well: don't invite those people to the wedding! Don't get me wrong, there were no classless acts seen at the wedding but rather a of couple side comments made and some hanging out that occurred after the classy nuptials that made me think "I enjoy a beer (don't tell my mother), or a margarita, but I don't enjoy the tool next to me who has enjoyed 7".
But back to the wedding, my sister was looking (and is) so completely gorgeous my (now) brother-in-law looked (and is in a very brotherly way) so handsome (as were some of the groomsmen some in a brotherly way some in a very groomsmen-ee way) and it was such a celebration of such a good thing. I usually am not one to get emotional or teary at happy things (kick a puppy in front of me and I will sob for hours) but this got me emotional and teary as I don't know if I have ever been so happy for someone, or had so much excitement for something as I am for my sister and for her marriage.
I love weddings, I love my sister, I love her husband. I also love getting all dolled up and think I should do it more often.
I am also thinking that silly phrase at the bottom is lame, even if I am the only person reading this, and I am only reading this as I write it... so... Peace, Love, Flowers
-Lisi-
PS this is what I got when I google imaged "excited funny" careful though there are some DUH-HURTY (dirty) people out there who post inappropriate images.
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