The first of Hubby's good friends from high school got married last night. A funny relieving feeling came over him, one of not being the only one married in his circle of friends. My friend from childhood has been married since shortly after I got married and has two kiddos as well, so I didn't realize what a big deal it was to him at first. Later I realized to myself, finally one of his friends got married, and I realized what he was talking about.
The wedding was beautiful, as is and was the bride. The site they picked was gorgeous, it happened to be my favorite restaurant which I had told them a long time ago so when they were deciding were to get married she thought of that place and they checked it out and it was perfect. They couldn't have asked for better weather. The wedding was outside in the garden and could you believe it the wedding invite said half past five in the evening and they actually scheduled it for six in the evening, the mother of the bride only put half past five on the invite so people wouldn't be late. It was great because everybody was there at six, nobody was rushed, and we even got to know the people sitting behind us. They gave out butterflies wrapped in a little paper with a short story about how there's a Great American Indian legend that says when you release a butterfly with a wish it will come true. It was a challenge trying not to peek at this LIVE butterfly the whole time and listening to it scurry. After the vows and the I do's, or rather I will's, we released them. For half a second I thought the poor little things were going nowhere rather than the collective anticipatory feeling of the whole group going up in a cloud. After a few seconds they did decide to take off - to the nearest perch, my dress, my hand, the lady in front of me, and finally a few of them alighted on the rose petal walkway in the aisle. Watching their step the bridal party made their exit and then the fun part started.
The table we were assigned to was supposed to have Hubby's best friend from his high school years and his girlfriend sitting there, by a twist of fate they weren't able to come. Instead we had the pleasure of the company of a few other people Hubby went to school with and one of their girlfriend's that I knew in a roundabout way from a friend of her sibling. We were all a little tipsy and the conversation spilled, the dancing started and we dispersed. Hubby and I actually danced. On the dance floor. More than once. Only when Hubby got frustrated in the middle of trying to execute a certain dance in the middle of the song and gave up to leave the dance floor did we seem to get off the same page. At that point Hubby wanted to get out of there any way and go visit the party that his best friend had to be at, which was a celebration of the friend's Dad's marriage the month before. We did and they had an adorable little Tiki bar in the back, and a fire, classic surfboards, and twinkling lights. It felt like we were in the carribbeans.
Grandpa and Grandma had had the boys all day, starting from Grandpa taking them fishing and miniature golfing in the morning, to Grandma taking them to the skateboard park in the evening, and us heading off for the wedding in the evening. So with the morning to ourselves we took a rather easy bike ride seeing as how we weren't towing a trailer with two kiddos behind. We leisurely made our way downtown and stopped by the Urban Outfitters sidewalk sale and got some beautiful milk glass chandeliar candle holders for
Today we've got the end of the Summer Book Club to take care of. The kids and I only discovered it a few weeks ago so even though we've read plenty of books this summer it's the titles they want and so we'll be playing catch up today. Then maybe up to Roaring Camp to check out Thomas. And then later if we have time to the Boardwalk to get season passes, compliments of MIL. Have a fun rest of the weekend!
From our Bike Ride:
At the coffees shop - those are my legs
Afterwards at Hubby's Brother's place
Enjoying lunch downtown