I have had several of you inquire about THE WEDDING and for the most part, it was ok. I really didn’t find a dress that was to die for, but settled on one and made the best of it. This is why I am not going to post a world wide photo of me in it. I am definitely not thrilled with how I looked, but it was appropriate and for whats it worth covered enough of my body that I don’t like showing to the entire community.

My sitter got here early and was a life saver feeding the kids and getting them ready for bed. This was the first time that J and I went out without having the kids in bed already. I was completely worried about the kids tying the poor girl up and her never wanting to set foot in our house again, but she was excellent and had it all under control Not a small feat, especially for a 16 year old.

The ceremony was painful. The place was beautiful, the people Hollywood gorgeous, but the pastor was uncomfortably annoying. He kept trying to make small jokes regarding the groom about his line of work and was essentially putting him down and I was embarrassed for him and the groom. Not professional at all. Then he tried to put this extra ceremony in where he made a commitment to the couple individually and was a little over the top and made me feel uncomfortable on how long and how often he went on about the bride’s outward beauty. If I was the groom or the pastor’s wife I think I would of been ticked.

The reception. This was by far my favorite part. I know its vain, but when we pulled up to the spot, the streets were lined with people trying to get a glimpse of who was there and people were taking pictures and asking for autographs. I felt like I was walking the red carpet. I even had a women pull on me and told me how much she loved my dress. She must of been partially blind. The security was high and two guys managed to sneak in for a few minutes only to be hauled off by the police.

At the dessert table I met Mr. Stern and his girlfriend. They were surprisingly normal and nice. I could barely get feeble words out. We sat next to Mr. Hogan and his family. He was a riot having a little too much to drink and his girls were acting very hum. well. interesting. Their mom yelled at them and I wondered if they hung around Paris at all by the way they acted. Maybe that’s how a lot of spoiled rich girls act. I wouldn’t know. The Swinging Mooks played, which Hubby and I love, unfortunately we didn’t stay long enough to really hear them break it down. The food was pretty good and overall the entire night wasn’t as bad as I had feared. We only stayed for a few hours at the reception, and heard things really heated up after we left. Oh well. If we stayed any longer we would of had to pay our babysitter our month salary and I figured we better quit while we were ahead.

So that’s about it. Hopefully that will be our last major event with that crowd for awhile. I like small intimate gatherings with people I don’t read about in the papers or watch on tv. It was a once in a lifetime thing, so I am glad we got to experience that. Now we have a story to ramble on about to our grandkids someday.

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