tales of antique-ing and weddings

on saturday i went antique-ing with some friends from church. i'm not much on an antique-er, but any reason to kick-it with my friend is a good reason. seriously, sometimes i feel like this little puppy dog following around after her, luckily she feels the same way. she later told me thats why she called me, she didnt want to go unless *i* was going. (thats always a nice feeling) plus, then i got to play with her kids, soooooooo cute.

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after antique-ing then on to the wedding, the ceremony was nice, if only the sun would have gone down, or hid behind the clouds or SOMETHING. no, instead, it chose to sit there directly behind the gazebo and blaze into the eyes of the on-lookers. i tried to use my hubby as a human shield to advert my eyes from the burning, unfortunately, he was not aware of this and continued to move his head CONSTANTLY, so i in turn had to move my head constantly.

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then on to the waiting. apparently there was a room all set with chairs for the guests to sit at, la la la, but they wouldnt let us sit down for like 30 minutes. instead they crammmed us into what seemed like a closet to wait for the chairs. we didnt dare to go back outside as the sun was still guarding the door. then one of the waiters pushed me! what the heck, im sorry that i didnt get out of his way fast enough, but in a closet with 100 other people its hard to move at any speed.

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then they let us sit down, and there was much rejoicing. plus there was chocolate on the table, which we proceeded to consume, and then throw the balled-up wrappers at each other, or in each other's glasses, and there was much rejoicing.

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the bride and groom graced us with their presence. they danced, there was bubbles, and a little girl who wanted to dance in the bubbles. unfortunately her gandmother wouldnt let her dance in the bubbles, but she was content to dance by the table and watch the bubbles. when i turned to her and said "hi, princess" she just turned and looked at me and nodded.

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then more waiting, unfortunatly we decided to sit at the corner table. apparently if you sit here you are doomed to watch every other table go to the buffet before you. the MC tried to even things out by playing a "show me" game. show me gum, show me pictures of your grandkids, show me ... forever and ever. our table had none of those things. when there were only 2 tables left he stands up, "show me ... a picture of you with the bride and groom" WTH, why would we have a picture of that? honestly, especially when there were only two tables left. i mean, who would have a picture with the bride and groom, the best friend, the mom, a sibling, but us over in the corner? no. i was determined to eat, though. so i thought about it for about two seconds and leaned over and pulled and pen from my purse, and drew stick figures on my hand with arrows that said "bride" "groom" "me" and ran up there as fast as my pretty little legs would take me. i was first, and an older lady was behind me. she had taken out her digital camera and took a picture and was gonna show it to the MC. still, i was up there first. she accused me of *cheating* while the MC announced that he liked "originality" and that our table could eat next.

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needless to say, for the rest of the evening guests continued to ask to see the picture, and there was much rejoicing.

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after eating excellent food (except for the chicken, but the fish and beef made up for it) the music started, and we danced the night away. along side all of the drunk people who really enjoyed the bar. although looking back on the evening i bet there were people there who thought that i was drunk, alas, no, i was not. i just like to have fun.

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and there was much rejoicing.