The brother is married off and the festivities are over.
Joe was trashed when I left and there were still loads of people there dancing and drinking but man I was/am tired.
Only 2 of my uncles showed up. The other 2 and my aunt were no shows. I'm most pissed about the aunt. She hates my dad, her brother, but she is Joe's godmother. Why the hell we have to pay for the fact that she is pissed at my dad is beyond me. But she is not going to be a happy chicky the next time I see her cause I'm going to rip her a new one.
I did manage to get the shrug finished. I didn't wear it though. When I added some ribbing around the body opening, I bound off too tightly. I was just not comfortable in it. It didn't help that the high heels I was wearing were tighter than shit. I ripped no less than 5 pairs of nylons while trying to get ready. I ended up wearing a slightly mismatched pinstripe pants suit. The pants and jacket are the same color but different materials and the stripe is slightly wider on the jacket. But hell my entire outfit, including the $20 bra, cost me about $40. I forget just how much I paid for the individual pieces but I know it wasn't much.
The ceremony was short but sweet. It was in a small room with theater seating. The bride almost tripped when she went up onto the stage. She stepped on the front of her dress. The dress was lovely, btw. It was a light cream and strapless with roses around the top and lacing on the back. Nick behaved himself and sat down next to me and sat quietly during the nuptials.
More people than were expected showed up at the reception. They had to move the cake and put out more place settings. The food was pretty good. Roast beef, fried chicken, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy. Nick managed to eat a plate full of popcorn and a piece of chocolate cake. heh
All in all it was quite lovely. I cried a little when they showed a slideshow of pictures of the bride and groom as kids. I totally lost it when I did the dollar dance with Joe. After a minute, I just gave him a hug and rushed off. I turned into a mass of tears for about 2 minutes and then was fine again. It isn't easy going to a wedding when you are emotionally unstable. hehe But, I don't think I embarrassed the poor boy too much.
Anyway, I need to go tie the kid to his bed. He is still so wound up from dancing. I'll post pictures as soon as I get some and I get permission.