A Wedding Story

Well, she did it! On August 19, my little sister, the girl who sucked her thumb until the age of nine, became a wife.

She was amazing. No apprehension, no worries, just full of eagerness to get to the church and start her life with Dan. I held it together pretty well until she and my father made their way down the aisle. Mad props to Maybelline's Full 'n Soft waterproof mascara in Very Black.

Here I am, showing off a sleek blow-out, an air-tan, and the red lipstick that only comes out when I'm feeling particularly adult. Also, scandulous cleavage. It could not be contained.

There were a few surprises with the tan, the biggest one being that an "air technician" applied it to me personally instead of an automatic sprayer. Which basically means that I got to first base with a Keira Knightly look-alike who saw me and my flabby flab in all its naked glory. I was also given disposable underwear to don, but for all the coverage it provided, I could have just put on a maxi-pad and connected it with a string around my waist. I put the smackdown on that and refused to take off my briefs. I do have some pride. And for all that trouble, it had all but faded from my face by Thursday night. Bronzer to the rescue, with mixed success.

Here are The Cleavage and I, keeping Samantha's wedding dress from hitting the pavement. Apparently this very act is the sole reason for having a maid of honor. Even the priest (who took a brief hiatus from his homily to talk about Notre Dame's football team) was telling me to pick up her train. Very, very important.

The reception was a lot of fun. The only glitch was that the air conditioning konked out from a brown-out the night before, turning the hall into a giant sweat box. My sister was so hot in her dress I thought she was going to faint, so she ended up ditching her slip after pictures, a slip I had to cut her out of with a steak knife. I blame my mother and her affection for the double knot.

Now it is Tuesday, and life is still filled with The Crazy. We moved Ryan into her Bloomington apartment on Sunday so that she could start transfer orientation at IU. Luke and I also made the big decision to move in together by the end of September, whether or not he had another job lined up. He gave his two weeks' notice at the newspaper yesterday, and we both broke the news last night to our parents. His are very supportive; mine are more skeptical. My mother thinks it's a way to avoid marriage, despite my telling her that we want to get married soon, and they both wonder why four and a half years have passed without it already happening. I haven't made a move that they haven't been proud of for almost four years now, and when you have the emotional sensitivity of a kindergartener, it hits you pretty hard. I understand where they're coming from, but it hurts just the same.

As if THAT joy wasn't enough, I found out that I filled out the wrong consolidation forms and now owe a four-hundred-dollar bill to The-Evil-Student-Loan-Company-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in three weeks, half of which is overdue. It'll take about a week to sort out, so in the meantime I get to fantasize about where to find four hundred dollars if this bill actually needs to get paid. God forbid they CALL me and TELL me about the screw-up. It's not the end of the world; I know I can get the money. It's just one more thing to keep me from paying down my Visa bill. Grrrrrr.

And I still haven't finished Harry Potter. At this point I'm tempted to use the last precious vacation day I have just to BE DONE WITH IT already. And I still have to model in that post-Labor Day fashion show. In case you can't tell, I am not in a very model-y mood. If all else fails, I can bust out with The Cleavage. No pun intended.

Comments

[Anonymous]

My first blog entry.So excuse and mispelled words. I use spell check and this does not have it.
I am very happy for you and Luke.
It just takes mom time to get comfortable with and idea.He is a woderful and caring man. I have no fear of his love for you and marriage.I will take care of mom. I can not wait to try Lukes dip when we come to visit.I lived with John for a year and we still married a year and one month later.I am pleased to let everyone know I had coffee with the new bride Monday morning and she is very happy and was tickled pink when she seen her new name on my caller I.D.She was on her way to get a name change on her D.L and she will now be a full fledge Bride.The party was hot,but who cares. It was fun. I had to laugh when I asked John for the steak knife to cut my girdle off to releive my fat for fresh air. (just kidding). It came off.Well thats it for now. Keep loving each other and enjoy. It is your life. Love you very much.

[Liz]

Don't you look pretty! That blue is a great color on you.

If I were your mom I'd be proud that you're doing what feels right to you. Congrats on movin' on up.

[Luke]

You know, I've never heard anyone say anything nice about the people who work at Sallie Mae ever.

But you are in luck! They don't actually make 400-dollar-bills, so just tell them that they'll have to take it up with the U.S. Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

[PaintingChef]

Frema! You look absolutely gorgeous! And your sister's flowers are just perfect, love it all. I'm so glad that you had fun.

Good luck to you and Luke, I think you'll have a great time.