I always get emotional at weddings. But now that Gene and I have been talking about eloping, getting emotional is an understatement. Rationally, I'm perfectly fine with that decision. It makes a lot of sense. It would be SO MUCH EASIER. But emotionally? Not so much. At the best wedding ever this weekend, I got a bit emotional. At the rehearsal dinner, a few people put together a slideshow of pictures of the bride and groom. And the first song they played? Butterfly Kisses. That song? Is the one that I've always wanted to dance with my father to. So...needless to say, I lost it. After Butterfly Kisses it's Over the Rainbow from The Wizard of Oz. I have a personal attachment to that song. So that made it worse. And then I started thinking about how I'm never going to have anything like this, and it took every ounce of self control not to sob like a child and run out of the room. I managed to contain myself until I got to the bathroom. This girl Lauren was in there. I've met Lauren once, but she's one of those take charge "you're not going to ruin this day" people. I now have her card, and she thinks she's planning my wedding. I'm not sure what happened.
The actual wedding? A-mazing. I had a blast. I was also *mostly* sober. That was I think my problem the day before. I did get choked up during the ceremony, but the bride started crying as soon as she started walking down the aisle, so that was about it for me. I was also sitting next to a blubbering mess (who is getting married next June) and she kept fanning herself to keep the tears from streaming down her face. That failed. The nice thing about this weekend was "the girls." All of those in "the girls" have their significant others in this little group that calls themselves The Wolfpack. I'm not sure why. But they're all really close. We get together for Phillies games (mainly opening day!) and weddings and summer parties and whatever excuse they can use to get together. Usually us girls are not invited. But! Now us girls are all friends...because we spent ALL WEEKEND together since our significant others were all in the wedding. The funniest relationship in this females of the Wolfpack group is myself and this girl Kate. Kate and I should hate each other. My ex cheated on me with Kate's best friend. My best friend had a fling (I refuse to say she dated him) with Kate's other bff's (ex) boyfriend.... so she hated my best friend. For some reason, Kate and I get along swimmingly, and we always have. She's getting married next June (read: she was the blubbering mess) and her wedding has the extreme potential to be incredibly awkward for me.
Back to D&K's wedding. Best wedding ever. I had a blast. They had a full band rather than a DJ, and these people were unreal. They played Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra, Maroon 5, The B-52s, whoever sings BRICK HOUSE (yup. Played Brick House. And they changed the list to "Kara's a brick...house.. and the bride was dancing in the middle of a big circle of people. And when I say dancing, I mean strutting. It was hysterical), Jimmy Buffet, K.C. and the Sunshine Band, AC/DC, and Outkast! It was unbelievable. And they were awesome. I think the best compliment of the night of that band was when someone (guy who is really picky about everything) kept saying "I love this song.. oh wait... someone is playing this LIVE." It was just incredible. We had so much fun dancing around. The bride and groom danced to Frankie Valli's Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You (also played by the amazing best ever band) and sure did rehearse their dance. They looked awesome. Kara also sang "I Will Survive" and it was awesome. It took us all a second to realize that it was the bride singing and not someone else. I couldn't tell you the last time I had this much fun at a wedding. And I've hung out with most of these people before, but the only people that I really knew were Kate and Gene. The funniest moment of the night was when the band started playing "Margaritaville" and all of the groomsmen and the boys were singing it AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS while chugging their drinks. And they were screaming the refrain (specifically the word "margaritaville") and while dinner was being served, the bride and groom did an inpromtu dance to "If I had a Million Dollars" by the Barenaked Ladies... to which all of the groomsmen yelled the responses in the refrain (you know..If I had a 1,000,000 If I had a 1,000,000... I but you a fur coat but not a real fur coat that's cruel) . It was one of the funniest things I'd seen. They'd be eating their dinner and still screaming the responses. What a bunch of goofs.
The wedding started at 10am... so the reception was over by 5pm... so we walked a few blocks down to another hotel and drank in the bar. Oh, the wedding was on the Jersey Shore. The only bummer about the wedding was the 93% humidity. By the end of the night my hair looked like Monica Gellar's from that episode of Friends when her, Chandler, Phoebe, and Mike are in some tropical high humidity place and Monica looked like she stuck her finger in a socket. That was my hair. Anyway. We went to this other bar and made the bartender put the Phillies game on. Everyone at the wedding was a huge Phils fan, so them clinching the division (WOOO!!) was the perfect ending to a great night. I can't wait to do this all again in June.