a (rambling) wedding story

i’m a dirty, rotten procrastinator lately. instead of working, i’ve been buying prints from daprints this morning. something for me, something for mom. see? it’s not always only about me! except when it’s about my newest shoes….

aren’t they lovely? don’t mind the dirty window behind them. obviously my cleaning hasn’t been very thorough.
i guess i haven’t yet mentioned the wedding, huh? the short story is they’re now married. the long story starts the day before while meghan i had lunch at the marina grill (where i took this photo).
the details aren’t that important, but she was having some reservations about the guest list, or lack thereof, and was starting to reconsider the wisdom of not having her parents present at the ceremony. so, we discussed them and any resolutions we could see. it was a stalemate, so i tried to cheer her up as best i could. we went shopping (where i bought the above shoes and a pair of tommy hilfiger jeans for only forty bucks) and did some other last minute running around which somehow deposited us back at my place with some cold beer and limewire downloading music for their wedding cd.
it’s kind of funny, but meghan and i don’t get a lot of time to hang out with just the two of us. we’re usually at her place or out at a pub with mark or dean. we talked about that and how different we think we’d have turned out if my parents had stayed together and hers had divorced. we talked about how we’ve changed since highschool. we talked about needy friends vs easy friends. all the while listening to good music and just enjoying some girl-time together. i’m going to attempt to talk her into doing that more often… once her schedule clears up a little, that is.
after the music was made and the beer was drunk, meg went home to discuss a possible change in plans with her intended while i rushed out to attempt to find something to wear. i’d decided on my blue skirt and my new black shoes, but i didn’t have anything non-black to wear as a top and meghan had practially pleaded with me not to wear black. i suppose my wardrobe is a tad on the dark side. upon arriving at the mall, the same store i’d been in a week earlier which had absolutely nothing which appealed to me was magically filled with things i was dying to try on! must have had at least twenty different things in the change room with me. from red stretchy pants to a black crinolin skirt and everything in between. i finally managed to sneak out with a new burgundy tank and three finalists for the wedding shirt competition. it was up to meghan to pick the winner.
saturday was a stressful nightmare. i had class first thing, after a night with practially no sleep. i was so nervous about everything, i couldn’t even finish my peantbutter toast. school was a mess, i couldn’t concentrate and everything took so long i didn’t think i’d get out of there on time. i ran from the room at exactly noon saying “sorry, can’t stay! got a wedding to photograph!” from there, i met meghan at the salon where she was getting her hair and makeup done. holy shit… i had no idea it took so long to make three million little curls pinned up atop one’s head. i got there about noon-thirty and we didn’t get out of there until two! and we still had to pick up her bouquet (where we ran into one of my building-mates) and stop at my place so i could get ready.
once i was dressed, coiffed and made up, i took meghan to her parent’s house where the ceremony was now to take place (obviously, she decided that parents would have to be invited). from there, i had to go pick up dean and taxi him to the house. on the way, i stopped at london drugs to buy more memory for the camera as i’d somehow misplaced my extra media card. when i walked in, all dressed up with fancy hair, lipstick and all at 3pm on a saturday afternoon, i felt really out of place. i hurried the poor (yet, cute) photodesk guy through my transaction because i was seriously running out of time.
the ceremony was short, but sweet. mark choked up during his vows and kept looking over meg’s shoulder at me because looking at her made him almost cry more. every time he did, i’d make a face at him which i hoped said “hey! stop looking at me! i’m not your bride!” he probably thought i had to sneeze. i probably would have cried too, but it would have fogged up the viewfinder on the camera. we had cake and champagne and a little mingle with the rellies before the original four of us took off for our dinner reservations at the salmon house. when we arrived (late), there was a bottle of champagne and chilled glasses waiting for us which meghan’s landlady had arranged without anyone’s knowledge. unbeknownst to us, she’d also arranged to pay for the entire dinner! if we’d known, we would have ordered the really expensive wine.
we were all exhausted by the time we left and pretty much all went directly home to our beds. i can’t imagine people having weddings with more than 12 people and also arranging receptions or more elaborate affairs. remind me to elope if i’m ever to wed. oh, and to never photograph another wedding i’m a guest at, either.