So it is barely 10 am, and I've driven 55 miles, swam 1.75 miles (go me! I've managed that 4 days in a row,) and showered and unpacked. After going to bed after a night of dancing at 1 am.
What is wrong with me!?
Wedding was fabulous. Bride and groom are absolutely lovely people, and unsurprisingly, thus are their friends and family. Both cried exchanging vows, as did Lisa, whose been like a fairy godmother to them. Miss P and her brother A were flowergirl and ringbearer, respectively.
Gorgeous location, out in western MD, at an old inn, at sunset. I mean, really.
I had a rip-roaring great time. My outfit was a huge hit. Got double takes from a lot of people I work with, and the thing is, I dress nice at work. Minute Tiff saw me, she said I looked just like a 40s pinup girl, and that was the aim. Then one of the photographers referred to me as the 40s model, so let's just say I was quite happy with the attention. Of which I got plenty. It was fun.
Foreign soil clause still in effect. Thank god, because I was full on flirt mode, and since I work with a lot of these people (though some not closely) that would've just been weird. As it was, I think I acquired a new friend. Who was heavy in the flirt rotation. Um. cue startrek creepy music.
Danced my ass off, had a great couple of partners for that. At one point, was dancing with the groom to some latin number and got a good natured "Jesus, Sara, I didn't know you had that in you" which considering the bride dances ballet and ballroom, will take as a compliment. Haven't danced in a long time. At to be fair, I see most of them at work or non-dancy social events. And hell, it was a wedding.
I think my toes squeaked in relief when I took my shoes off to drive back to the hotel. They're still not quite right.
But if someone can explain how I woke up at 6:15 on the dot without an alarm in a blackout dark hotel room, I'd appreciate it.
I can't wait to see the pictures. I took some, but mostly of the ceremony.