So the first of my friends got married this month. It’s still crazy to think that I’m old enough to have friends that are married. These two are such inspirations. They are a perfect example of God’s love. It had truly been wonderful to witness their love. I feel so blessed I was able to take the train up for their beautiful day.
A bit of a humorous story: I brought up one dress for the wedding. I had worn it to my brother’s wedding in August, so I didn’t even think about trying it on. I knew I’d need to steam it once I got to the venue because it was silk. Wedding day comes. I go to the bride’s house to do all the bridesmaids’ hair. Two hours to the wedding, we get in the car and drive to the venue. I’m still in my yoga pants with no make-up on. I locate a steamer, and fix my dress. An hour and fifteen minutes to the ceremony, I put on my dress. It was then I discovered that I had lost weight. A lot of weight. So much that the dress did not fit. At all. It might have been okay if I just had to stand, arms down, with my chest puffed up as much as it could. But I had to sing during the ceremony and lead a flash mob for the reception. Thankfully, the style of the dress allowed me to fold and pin a good three inches over. Thank goodness for safety pins and flowy dresses.
I got to see this beauty after 6 months!
With the maid of honor! I got to help Jo make all the bridemaids’ skirts when I visited in January.
Leading the flash mob with one of the main bros.
Spring break was absolutely amazing for the sole reason that I didn’t have to go to school. I got a break from the drudgery of lectures and a butt ton of work. I never had to set my alarm. It was amazing. Of course, going down to St. Louis to visit my sister and bro-in-law was also a delight. One of the things I was most looking forward to over this particular trip to St. Louie was a visit to the Thaxton, a speakeasy downtown complete with 1920’s decor, a live band, back alley entrance, and a good time. Or so I’m told. Nowhere on the website did it say 21 or older, nor had my sister and her husband ever been carded when they went. But when we all went, there was a different doorkeeper, and he asked for IDs. Thanks Mr. Doorman. I just want to dance. All dressed up and nowhere to go. So we all journeyed back to the much smaller St. Charles where my sister resides and went to a coffee bar for a late open-mic night.
