wedding weekend

I. AM. SO. FUCKING. TIRED.

I spent the weekend in New York for my friends' wedding. I had a great time, but it was a busy weekend. Rehearsal & rehearsal dinner Friday night, hairdresser came early on Saturday morning, pictures started at noon, ceremony at 2:30, reception at 6. Then back to the hotel to hit the club in the lobby for more dancing, then up to the bridal suite for some after-hours partying with the newlyweds. I didn't get to sleep until 4 AM.

The bridal party was very large (6 bridesmaids, 1 man-of-honor, 1 best man, 6 groomsmen, 1 mother-of-the-groom escort, 1 flower girl, 1 ring bearer), so we had an 18 passenger SUV scheduled to take us from the apartment to the church. But when it got to the apartment (10 minutes late), it was leaking transmission fluid. There was no way to get a replacement limo in time, so we had to call cabs. Talk about arriving in style! The replacement limo took us from the church to the reception hall, and then a school bus took us from the hall to the hotel (along with about 30 other out-of-town guests). Even though the SUV was cool, I think the cheese-bus ride was the highlight as far as transportation goes. There's nothing quite like a busload of drunk wedding-goers singing at the top of their lungs while passing a bottle of vodka around. Sweet.

Embarrassing story of the evening (you knew there would be one!): It was cocktail hour, and some bridesmaids & I were mingling with guests. I saw a VERY good looking guy standing by himself across the room, eating some hors d'oeurves. Dark hair, nice suit, no wedding ring, and it didn't look like he was with anyone. No one I was talking to knew who he was, so I made it my mission to find out. I said to one of the bridesmaids, "Okay, he's not married, as far as we can tell. So knowing my luck, he's gotta be gay." Just then, the DJ asked the bridal party to line up so that we could make our entrance into the reception hall. Hot Guy walked past us on his way into the hall, and the man-of-honor (bride's gay best friend) stopped him so that he could introduce all of us to his new boyfriend. DAMNIT. Later, I told man-of-honor & Hot Guy the story, and we all had a good laugh over it. But man, what a waste!

Anyway, I'm exhausted (I got maybe about 10 hours of sleep total this weekend)... and I'm probably still hungover... and I'm sore from walking around in heels and dancing all night. Tomorrow is a faculty meeting, so I don't have to deal with the kids. Whoo-hoo!