A wedding!

I'm currently listening to: This.

Lar's wedding was beautiful. It's the first time I've ever had the opportunity to be a bridesmaid, and I wanted to do it justice. Granted, the reason I got the position was less than normal circumstances... namely Melody deciding that she didn't want to take part in anything concerning Jess, Myself, and our circle of friends. This included Laura, someone she had essentially spent the better part of a lifetime with.

And so it was that Drac and I were welcomed into the wedding party, and the hundred dollar dress was a small price to pay. Granted, I have some spots from the glass of Sparkling Catawaba to get out, but I figure that if they don't come out, I soak it in a bottle of Catawba, and make it slightly pinker. (God, I hope it comes out.)

Lar looked divine in her white dress, all satin, all beads, all too perfect for anything but a wedding that had been postponed until both she and JR were ready... and with Brooke being a good year or so old, it's about time. JR was actually, dare I say it, stunning. The boy cleans up good. Drac was handsome too... but then again, how often to I see him in a tuxedo? Left side of Never, I tell you what.

Between the ceremony and the pictures, I am sort of wondering how I kept my composure. I've never been one to cry at weddings. It's a beautiful thing, an expression of love between two souls and an open declaration to themselves and the ones they love. And with the exchange of the rings, the rest of the world knows that they belong to each other, for even if their hearts should seperate, they will always have the years that they spent togeather.

The reception was an interesting experience. The only time I had ever sat at a head table was at my Grandma and Grandpa's fiftieth Anniversary. Granted, I was only... what? Ten at the time? I felt sort of sorry that Drac didn't get the opportunity to dance with me. It was really sort of heartwrenching to watch all of the other couples dancing and looking around for your boyfriend. But it all worked out for the most part.

Oh, and I caught the bouquet!

I'm not sure if it counts, though. See, Kristen had been going on for the first five minutes before the bouquet throwing commenced about how she had caught two others before it, and maybe if she caught this one, EJ would get the hint and propose. "Third time's the charm!" was her mantra.

Well, when the girls gathered round, somehow a fifteen-year old boy got in and managed to snatch the bouquet from the air. You can imagine how all of the girls were somewhat crushed. I kept my eye on him for the short time that he was parading around with it, and all of a sudden I see him turn around and toss it up in the air.

And it was going right towards me. And Kristen. And I'd never caught one before. And she'd caught two. So I fought. Then I got to parade around with the bouquet.

You know, if Dad's wedding is going to be anything like this one, I'm looking forward to it already. That is, if my boyfriend doesn't disappear for thirty minutes at a time. At any rate, I'm pretty sure that there won't be any boys jumping to catch the bouquet for this one.