apropos of anything

At approximately 8:30 a.m. today I put on a pair of pink Chinese Laundry shoes (similar to these, although I think my heels were shorter) that I found at DSW in five minutes yesterday. (In five minutes ’cause I only had five minutes as I was technically on my lunch break — my 3:00 lunch break — and I had spent the bulk of it in traffic and picking up my pink dress from the alterations shop.)

At approximately 6:30 p.m. today I took them off, having spent the day wearing them as I trotted up church steps, around hallways, down aisles, down church steps, into bathrooms, across ballrooms, and through parking lots.

Owwwwwwwwwww.

Sarah and Joe cut their gorgeous cake. Sarah’s wearing her Korean dress at this point.

Otherwise, Sarah and Joe’s wedding was lovely. They were married at noon at Christ the King in a picturesque formal ceremony that was followed immediately by a reception of waaaay too much food at Maggiano’s. The bride changed clothes twice and everyone ooh’d and aah’d appropriately. My dress ripped as I was driving from the church to the restaurant, but Jessica managed to pin me up so I wasn’t flashing the crowd. And four hours after it began, the reception ended in a cloud of bubbles as Sarah and Joe ran into their waiting limousine.

(On a tangent, they disappointed a little girl who came running out the restaurant door because she wanted to see the bride. The limo was already pulling out of the drive by then.)

There are some friends you love like family; in fact, these days, when family can be defined in so many ways, they are part of your family. For me Sarah is one of those people. I have not yet come to terms with her moving across the country (for the duration of the ceremony and reception, the m-word was banned in my presence), but it is wonderful to see her so happy. Congratulations then, to my shopping buddy, the girl who taught me to wear makeup, my partner-in-baking, and the sewer of my Odyssey of the Mind costumes. And to Joe too, ’cause he’s getting a great girl.

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go pass out now.

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