Yesterday we got to be guests at a wedding.
No wait, scratch that. Guests…at a WEDDING. Crazy, right??
On the drive up to Maine, in anticipation of the day, I tweeted “Going to a wedding today as a guest. Totally going to stand in the aisle with my point & shoot.” :) And while we didn’t actually go so far as that, we did enjoy this brand new role.
We sampled every passed hors d’oeuvre that came by, including the crab stuffed mushrooms. And I don’t even eat mushrooms. But yesterday, they were delicious.
We took forty seven tries to get that hand held, self-portrait “look it’s us at a wedding” shot to put up on facebook. And put it up on facebook, we will.
We shouted “CHEERS” extra loud during the all toasts and clinked glasses with everyone at our table. And we were the first ones to bust a move on the dance floor when Lady Gaga came through the speakers.
But I gotta be honest, the whole time we were there it kinda felt like we were doing something….wrong. Like we had somehow lost our minds and decided to crash a wedding we were supposed to be shooting. Like we had gone all Wilson & Vaughn about the situation and were calling ourselves Uncle Ned’s kids, while we shouting Mazel Tov and leading a rendition of “Shout.” Saying things like,
Grow up, Peter Pan. Count Chocula. Look, we’ve been to a million weddings and you know what? We’ve rocked them all.
But we also knew the night was fleeting. And moments like these are rare and far between. So we soaked it all in. And at the end of the night, we snuck off with two bottles of maple syrup from the favor table.
Y’know…so we could make the sweetness last just a little bit longer.
**Yes, I totally am wearing the same dress I was wearing the last time we had to get dressed up. You may call it a fashion faux pas…..I call it style consistency. :)