The wedding was fantastic, the reception was a hip-happening good time, the drives to and fro were (painfully) long, and I got the best haircut ever while sitting on a loading dock wrapped in pink plastic. Oh, and we came home with a sampler pack of New Glarus beer (only sold in WI)—if you're ever there (and you drink beer, of course), you must try my new favorite: Fat Squirrel.
Of the entire event, my only complaint would touch on having someone put too much eye makeup on me. I don't normally wear much, and I swear there was silver going up past my eyebrows.
We barely just arrived back home. It's late, I'm tired, and only the Fat Squirrel is keeping me going at the moment. For now I'm going to post a couple of photos for your Sunday evening/Monday morning viewing pleasure. Back to writing-related work tomorrow.
Getting my hair set by an incredibly awesome hairdresser. She's so awesome she drove to WI from Chicago to do the wedding party's hair... and give delinquent little ol' me a trim.
Okay, this photo requires a short tale. When my husband and I got married many years ago, we got a cheap DJ who didn't understand our taste in music. During the reception, he played O Town's "All or Nothing". Our two friends serenaded my new husband with the song. Two years later, one of those two women (in blue here) got married, and my husband and the other friend serenaded her with the same song. So, last night, the circle closed as the third member of this pop-loving trio was serenaded in her wedding gown... while wearing an alligator hat.
Me with my hubby.
Wishing you a wonderful week!