OKAY before we jump into things let me just tell you that I finally did find shoes. I stopped at a Macy's in Santa Barbara and tried on some shoes that I had seen online... they rang up as like $64 but then I said very sweetly to the lady, "Um excuse me but I'm fairly certain that these shoes were only $39.99 online..." and she looked at me like I was ruining her life but like, excuse me I need that extra $20 and she looked them up online and saw that I was correct so she changed the price for me and then I was like kthxbai.
Thursday was Keith's birthday so I stayed at his house that night and I was like, "Even though it's your birthday can we watch Jeopardy?" He said sure so we did and I beat him so bad. I feel like we watched other tv shows or a movie or something but the weekend was just so long that I can't remember for sure.
Friday was the rehearsal/rehearsal dinner and I had an hour and a half drive so I left wuh-hay early but guess what... TRAFFIC. Like at one point the freeway was just a freaking parking lot and I texted my friend Lisa, the MoH, and told her I was running late and I felt so awful and she was like "oh, it's fine, don't worry about it." So I walked into the rehearsal just in time for the last run through, and I literally walked in as it was my turn to practice walking down the aisle.
Lisa was my roommate for a few years and she's one of my best friends... and we're such good friends that we accidentally wore almost the exact same thing to the rehearsal. Even our belts were identical. #twinning
The bridesmaids and bride all spent the night at the groom's parents' house on Friday night, and we were all up late because of seating charts and wedding favors and cakes and packing and I am tired just thinking about it. So it was imperative that on Saturday morning we get coffee. Did you know that Starbucks is supposed to give you a free coffee on your wedding day? I didn't. Neither did the Starbucks we went to.
They also wrote "Made of honor" on Lisa's coffee.
And I was the fatty who got the venti when everybody else got talls and grandes.
I could write like a 5-part series on weddings and how stressful they are even when they aren't your own (I mean I've never had a wedding so I don't know how stressful they are when they're your own but I'm pretty sure it's way more stressful) but I'm not going to. The ceremony only started 15 minutes late and it was beautiful and I didn't take any pictures of the venue because I suck. But I did take a lot of selfies.
And ok fine, here's a beautiful picture that I stole off of Instagram.
So, ready for a photo dump of grainy iPhone pictures? Fantastic.
Me and Lisa AGAIN you're welcome.
Also I paid $50 for that hair and it looks exactly like it does when I do it myself every single day. NEVER AGAIN.
Some of the bridesmaids... what, you DON'T take pictures with spinach in your teeth ever? Freak.
Probably one of my favorite pictures we've ever taken. This was the first wedding Keith and I have ever been to together and it was great. Plus I caught part of the bouquet so I mean... foreshadowing or something?
Lisa and I have never had boyfriends at the same time until now.
It's pretty great, except that we don't live close to each other anymore.
Oh and our boyfriends are now best friends and they were twins and it was adorable.
I would like to use the next two photos to illustrate the power of angles in taking pictures. In this first one my arm is skinnier than I think it's ever been and it's super deceiving but clearly I love this picture. And I'll confess that I tried to take this again with the back camera to get a better quality picture but my arm wasn't as skinny in any other pictures so I deleted them. #vanity
And then somebody else took a picture of three of the bridesmaids and not only is my arm portrayed more accurately but you can also see my horrendous posture and my beautiful farmer's tan. So like, angles, guys.