So, I'm finally home from Vermont. My week's "vacation" was very long and very stressful. Matt and I got off to a late start on Monday. I think we finally got on the road about 2:30pm. On our way up, somewhere in New Hampsire, we got pulled over. The state trooper literally ran out of his car, into the highway, to flag us down. After checking my liscense and registration and checking my plates, he said I could go. No ticket, no explanation of what I was doing wrong, nothing. I guess I really am being stalked by the police.
We get there, drop in on my father, and make plans to head up to [Dawn's] Mom's. She was sitting around, not feeling to well, she being pregnant and all. We basically just hung out and chatted, she copied me the images from her ultrasound, and then we headed back to her house, where we had a feast of frozen dinners.
Tuesday is where things started to get stressful. There was nothing done for the wedding. We ate dinner with my father and then I sat and made all the bouquets for the bridesmaids, so Dawn could have her dressed fitted and altered. Neeki and Matt worked on dipping spoons in purple chocolate for use as favours. The same deal happened on Wednesday, we get up, run errands, eat dinner with my father, and go back to do stuff for Mom and Dawn. Wednesday evening, I made centrepieces.
Thursday was the day from Hell. Matt and I had a nice day hanging out Downtown. We picked up my white gloves for the wedding and had ice cream for lunch at Stewart's (Sticky Bun, mmm.) Then we went and put silver onion grass on the centrepieces and decorated the hall were the reception was going to be. Matt and I ducked out for a little while.
I should preface this with the fact that one of Dawn's bridesmaids was giving her a lot of trouble by being generally unco-operative. She told Dawn that she wasn't sure she wanted to be in the wedding and neither did her fiancé, who just happened to be the best man.
Anyhow... while I was at my father's tennis club, I caught one of his more wild kittens and was holding her. I gave her to Matt to hold onto and she, somehow, got loose and got up into my steering column. We assumed that if we left some food outside of the door and left the door open, she would come out. I went in and made my phone calls and we go back out. No cat. We headed back to the hall after that and were invited out to get pizza. Dawn, Matt, and I headed out a little before everyone else so we could stop in at her apartment and pick up a few things. Matt stayed behind, not feeling too well. On our way back to Mom's, one of the vents blocks off and we hear mewing. We got Dad and Uncle Mikey to look at it and they both told us there was no way a kitten could be in there.
A few hours later, Matt called and asked if someone could come and get him. I let Mike take my car. After they got back, Matt ran out to the car for something and came back saying "Look what I found." Evidently, the kitten was still in there and he had grabbed it before it could get back into the air vents.
After we dropped the kitten off, we went back to Dawn's and were about to go to bed. We were just about to turn off their TV when Dawn came down crying because of what the bitchy bridesmaid was doing. I hugged her while she cried and rubbed her back and Mike heated her up leftover chinese food. She had it made in the sun.
Friday was pretty mundane. We moved everything into my old house, where I would be staying with Breena and her boyfriend for the remaider of the week-end. We finished decorating the hall and then went over to eat dinner with my father. We eventually got the call to come and locate Breena and from there, went to the rehearsal and the party at Mom's after and hung out with Missy, the maid of honour, who was quite cool. The other highlight was Mom ripping the bitchy bridesmaid a new asshole and making her apologise to everyone in the wedding party.
I finally got to go to bed before 3am that night. That was the only night all week.
Bre and I got up early the next day, got coffee and went to the salon, so I could get my hair done. We hung out, painted nails, and ate munchkins. At this point, it was perfectly sunny. We got back to the house, changed, had pictures taken, and helped Dawn into the bohemoth which was her dress. The photographer took a picture of her trying to pee with the dress on.
We finished pictures and then headed to the church. No sooner was Dawn in her car, than it started pouring. It stopped by the time we got to the church, but only long enough to get Dawn inside.
The ceremony was a little long, but nice. Dawn made a stunning bride. Someday, I'll have some images to post here. We all walked back and it, again, stopped raining long enough for us to have the receiving line and get Dawn packed off to the reception hall.
We danced from dinner all the way until everyone left. Highlights included: Matt and I swingdancing, dancing to my favourite song with him, the chicken dance, watching her very drunk cousins sing "Friends In Low Places", and my singing "All I Ask of You" for Mike and her. I also got the oppurtunity to make a toast to her. I started crying the second I got the mike and so did she. She said my toast was the only thing that made her cry all day.
The bouquet toss was interesting. She threw it at me and it bounced off me and fell to the floor. Missy ended up getting it, which was good, because she's going to be getting married sometime soon. It was also funny because she had opted not to shave her legs and had to have the garter put on.
We left, eventually, for the tennis club to make a couple phone calls and then to change and go to the after party at Mom's. Dawn and Mike left at 4am to catch their flight to Florida.
I had a good time, even though it was very stressful. I'd do it again in a minute if she asked me to. This is all well and good, because Matt and I have two more weddings to attend...
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