Tuesday, October 11, 2011

the night before the wedding...

Traditionally the night before the wedding, the bride sleeps at her house.  Going with the rest of the non-traditional wedding things we had going on - Brandon stayed at the house with the boys the night before the wedding and my liver and I stayed at the hotel with the girls.  This proved to be one of the best decisions and one of the worst decisions ever made.  Don't get me wrong, I wanted to keep tradition as much as I could, but really, let's be honest, if I wanted a happy groom the day of the wedding, then I needed to let him be at home with his guitars, his dog and the surround-sound... poor Michelle. The upside to this whole thing was that I am a control freak and I planned it out perfectly so that I was still able to get ready in my childhood bedroom and I was still able to walk down the hall and have my dad see me for the first time in the living room where he always saw me for the first time before any formal dance in high school.  I was still able to take the traditional picture in front of the pocket doors that has been taken before any grand life event.  But by staying at the hotel the night before the wedding, I had all of my girlfriends and room service.  And surprise room service at that.

If you are wondering what goes on the night before a wedding - it looks a little like this:


a little jumping on the bed to start the evening...
best friends.

room service :)
more jumping on the bed...

....and more jumping on the bed?
love you girls :)

the aftermath...
Like any normal bunch of girls we danced like no one was watching, jumped on the bed, drank too much wine, laughed our asses off and had a fabulous time.  I am lucky to have the best girlfriends in the entire world.  Fun fact: when drunk I know every single word to the song "Chapel of Love".  Who knew? Needless to say, I wasn't feeling my best the day of the wedding.  I know, I know, the groom is supposed to be the one who is hungover.  Well, like I said, when it came to the wedding, we were all about breaking traditions.  On the upside, my hangover did not start until 4:00pm... when the reception started. Woof.  At the least the bartender made a killer shirley temple :)