My friend’s wedding was this past Saturday.  I think I might still have a little booze in my system.  Holy crap!  That was a good wedding.  Let’s see, in order of events:

Rehearsal dinner – the two single gals (me and one of the other bridesmaids) found the only two single guys.  We got invited to join them in the Man Van for the bachelor party.  Sadly we passed and joined the bride and the other bridesmaids for drinks and gossip about the groomsmen.

Day before the wedding – met up with the ladies and hung out for a bit before heading out to get groceries and clean the house.  And of course, rest up for the wedding.

Day of the wedding – got my hair straightened for the wedding (Holy crap I look good with straight hair – as soon as the photos are up, I’ll show you), met up with the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids while they were getting their hair done.  Had a couple of sips (ok glasses of champagne).  Made our way over to the church to get ready for photos and then the big ceremony.  We looked fabulous.  The only problem we all seemed to have was that we were stepping on the trains of our dresses.  If you weren’t stepping on your own, you were stepping on someone elses.  Took photos, some serious, most of them we were giggling or laughing or just plain being goofy.  The “boys” came down for photos sans groom (the bride and groom didn’t want to see each other until she walked down the aisle).  Went back into the church to wait until we were called to the “big show.”  We lined up and I got ready to walk when I suddenly was jerked back because someone was standing on my train.  That sent me into a tailspin of giggles.  Ending with the brides mom mouthing to me “are you ok?”  To which I responded, “Yeah but I almost lost my dress back there.”  I spent the rest of the ceremony trying not to giggle.  We made it out of the church, did some more photos and walked down to the reception.

The reception – Now that was a party.  There was a lot of booze put in front of me.  I would take a sip of something and then “misplace it.”  We did a lot of dancing, a lot of singing along to the music and a lot of laughing and having fun.  One gal had a few too much to drink (I think she might have been a bit nervous to see one of the groomsmen that she met last year and had a rather large crush on. )  So after seeing the happy couple off, we made sure the poor drunk girl got home safely.  And hopefully she remembers making out with her crush.  Even if it was for a short time.  Hey, she at least got a kiss.  I didn’t get that   Then what was left of the wedding party, kept the party going at a place called Chopstix.

The after party – we show up a Chopstix in our outfits and no one really seemed to notice.  I was in the ladies room and someone stepped on my train (why not keep up the tradition).  We told the piano player that the one groomsman’s birthday was today (which it wasn’t) and they got him up on stage and sang a modified version of “Satisfaction” to him ( I believe the big line was, “He can’t get no erection.”  Yeah… that’s funny – for a fifth grader).  The other bridesmaid might be on You Tube for dancing with a rather old man who was “poppin’ and lockin’ ” Either that or he was having an adverse affect to his meds.  After that I took a few people home and the groomsman back to his hotel.  I was asked up for a couple of beers but had to pass.  I was exhausted.  (side note, I dug this guy.  How can you not like a guy who makes a Wu Tang reference?  He was pretty cool.  And for me to admit that, the bride knows, I don’t give most guys those kinds of props.  I won’t, however be pining away for him.  Sorry.  Life must go on.)  Side note 2 – he only wished we had slipped him a roofie.  He wouldn’t have been able to handle us.  And I know the bride knows that

Sunday – a nice brunch with the bride, groom, their families and a few friends.  Came home and passed out for several hours.  And then went to bed.  All and all a good weekend.  I would have liked a kiss somewhere in there, but beggar can’t be choosers    I hope the poor drunk girl is still alive….

OK and now for the other bits – the Winter Wonderland Coffee Swap!  We just got our matches and I’m very excited!  And apparently there’s a weekly question that we can answer for a chance to win more cash and prizes (ok no cash, but prizes!).  So here’s this weeks question and my answer:

When did you first start drinking coffee? What age were you? Was it about the caffeine, or do you love the taste and smell? Tell us how your passion began!

OK when did I first start drinking coffee… from what I can remember it was when I was in 10th grade on a school trip to the then, communist USSR.  Oh and it was during spring break.  Talk about a girls gone wild trip.  Yeah… no…. not even close.  But it was one hell of a trip.  Those teachers and chaperones knew what they were doing.  They kept up running so that when the day had ended we were too tired to go out and raise hell.  And here’s where coffee enters the scene.  I was so tired one morning that I gave in and tried some coffee.  This stuff was as dark as molasses and about as thick as roofing tar.  It took some getting used to, but once it got in your system (and rather quickly left your system – not the caffeine part) it was good…  It was the nectar of the gods.  And now, I love the smell, the taste and all the variations of coffee and coffee drinks there are.  I must admit, I’m not so much the dark, bitter coffee drinker but more of an experimental coffee drinker – put a new flavor in there and I’ll try it once.  And keep it around if I like it.