A Tale Of Two Weddings

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I guess it's finally come to that point where I'm "officially" old and all my friends are doing grown up things like getting married and buying houses. Me? I still watch cartoons and clean my room by shoving everything under the bed (sometimes).

But I digress. The past two weekends have been jam-packed with weddings and two very different, yet equally fun, ones at that.

10/11 Houston, TX.
Role: guest.
Began with: the minister announcing, "We are here to celebrate the union of Tanya and Robert". My friends' names are Farrah and Chris.
Ended with: the minister accidentally skipping over the first kiss and an awkward presentation of the couple where her assistant forgot the bride's name...again.
On the plus side: the gospel choir and live jazz band were a nice touch, despite the old and crazy minister.
The reception: specialty themed cocktails, gingerbread (!), lots of group dances (similar in vein to the electric slide), sparklers.
Strangers in the night: I only knew one other person at the wedding other than the couple. Is that weird? So I made fast friends with the bartenders.

10/18 Rancho Palos Verdes, CA.
Role: bridesmaid.
Began with: five hours of hair and make-up, resulting in my head full of ringlets. Ringlets are not an acceptable hairdo on anyone over the age of four.
Ended with: sunset at trump national golf club.
The reception: lots of music and dancing, quite possibly the world's longest best man speech/stand-up routine, sprinkles cupcakes.
The color purple: just for kicks, I decided to list all things purple at the wedding: place cards, menus, photobook, guestbook, bridesmaid dresses, pashminas and flip flops for the girls, bride's bouquet, tie and vest for the groomsmen, officiant's outfit (wore his JD robes), centerpieces, rose petals surrounding centerpieces, votive candles throughout banquet room, and the list goes on. I think the world's allotment of the color purple may have been used up in that one day alone.
On the plus side: to my great relief, I did not look like the Fruit-of-the-Loom grape guy in my purple dress. At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Who's next?