"To Have And To Hold...And To Keep Your Beer Cold!"
- Wedding Souvenir Coozie
- Wedding Souvenir Coozie
I'm just going to skip over what I did on Friday because I didn't do jack. You know the drill. Friday. Work. Tired. Nap. Saturday was an entirely different story. I was a lazy slug from the time I got up until about noon when I realized I needed a wedding gift for Yones' sister and some "extras" (as I like to call them) for my outfit.
I'm starting to really hate the mall. I find what I need, but I can't stand all the people. I went to Macy's first to get joo-rie. Sasha and I had concluded that simple would be the best look since my dress had a deep U ruffled (I know ruffled sounds Elizabethan, but I promise you it is not what you are picturing) neck. I bought cheap silver ball/bead earrings and decided to wear the silver bracelet I bought in Sedona. Joo-rie DONE. Then I went to J.Crew to get a cardigan type thing because my dress is sleeveless and I hate my arms. Managed to get one on sale. Sweet. Saw a cute headband on sale too. Even better. Now normally I hate headbands and think they are inappropriate for women in their 30s, but I was willing to make an exception because I don't look like I'm 30. RIGHT?! Then I went to Crate and Barrel and got a gift card.
I'm not sure how it happened, but time decided to speed up and I had not a whole lot of time before I had to leave to get Yones to head up to the country (more on this in a bit). I managed to forget my headband which I considered the highlight of my outfit - so I was pissed.
So I get Yones and we head up to Duluth. The drive is familiar as I'd done it just the weekend before to catch a ride with Mr. Mike to the mountains. He lives just under Duluth in P'Tree Corner(s?). Up there...you know! The drive out to the country club was WAY FURTHER than Mr. Mike's. Like...FAR. If you total up the driving time from when I left my house in VaHi to St. Marlo Country Club it's about an hour. I should have packed an overnight bag.
The wedding ceremony and reception was a study in Southern culture for real.
Seersucker, shots of tequila, cubic zirconia, khaki, CRAZY accents, fake tans, mass Budweiser and Miller Light consumption..out of a can or those nifty faux brown glass bottles, songs with racial slurs, and a country music DJ. I can't make this up. I'm not hating on the sourthern wedding. I love the south AND I had a great time at this wedding, but man... some of the guests....P R I C E L E S S. For example, there was a cute boy in attendance...actually there were a couple of cute boys if you like southern boys... but once they open their mouths or drink some Bud they act the fool....anyway, this cute boy got my attention, but he was crazy wasted by the end of the night and knew every word to the song with the racial slurs. Nice. Real nice.
Yones and I left the party at around 11:00pm, completely exhausted. I've never felt like I was going to pass out behind the wheel, but let's just say I'm glad Yones was there to entertain me on the drive home from the country.
The absolute bonus to my evening was the wedding souvenir... a beer coozie. I might need to start drinking beer now! :)
I'm starting to really hate the mall. I find what I need, but I can't stand all the people. I went to Macy's first to get joo-rie. Sasha and I had concluded that simple would be the best look since my dress had a deep U ruffled (I know ruffled sounds Elizabethan, but I promise you it is not what you are picturing) neck. I bought cheap silver ball/bead earrings and decided to wear the silver bracelet I bought in Sedona. Joo-rie DONE. Then I went to J.Crew to get a cardigan type thing because my dress is sleeveless and I hate my arms. Managed to get one on sale. Sweet. Saw a cute headband on sale too. Even better. Now normally I hate headbands and think they are inappropriate for women in their 30s, but I was willing to make an exception because I don't look like I'm 30. RIGHT?! Then I went to Crate and Barrel and got a gift card.
I'm not sure how it happened, but time decided to speed up and I had not a whole lot of time before I had to leave to get Yones to head up to the country (more on this in a bit). I managed to forget my headband which I considered the highlight of my outfit - so I was pissed.
So I get Yones and we head up to Duluth. The drive is familiar as I'd done it just the weekend before to catch a ride with Mr. Mike to the mountains. He lives just under Duluth in P'Tree Corner(s?). Up there...you know! The drive out to the country club was WAY FURTHER than Mr. Mike's. Like...FAR. If you total up the driving time from when I left my house in VaHi to St. Marlo Country Club it's about an hour. I should have packed an overnight bag.
The wedding ceremony and reception was a study in Southern culture for real.
Seersucker, shots of tequila, cubic zirconia, khaki, CRAZY accents, fake tans, mass Budweiser and Miller Light consumption..out of a can or those nifty faux brown glass bottles, songs with racial slurs, and a country music DJ. I can't make this up. I'm not hating on the sourthern wedding. I love the south AND I had a great time at this wedding, but man... some of the guests....P R I C E L E S S. For example, there was a cute boy in attendance...actually there were a couple of cute boys if you like southern boys... but once they open their mouths or drink some Bud they act the fool....anyway, this cute boy got my attention, but he was crazy wasted by the end of the night and knew every word to the song with the racial slurs. Nice. Real nice.
Yones and I left the party at around 11:00pm, completely exhausted. I've never felt like I was going to pass out behind the wheel, but let's just say I'm glad Yones was there to entertain me on the drive home from the country.
The absolute bonus to my evening was the wedding souvenir... a beer coozie. I might need to start drinking beer now! :)
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