A wedding AND a funeral, I’m living a cliche May 26, 2009

This past Saturday John and I went down to a fabulous country club in Cincinnati for the wedding of a good friend of ours. Naturally everything was gorgeous and super nicely done, and I’m beyond happy that we went.

I honestly didn’t know if I could emotionally and mentally deal with the prospect of having a funeral and a wedding less than a week apart from one another, as I feared that it would just send me into a tailspin where I would start crying, loudly and uncontrollably, during the ceremony. But no, to be quite honest I truly think that going and getting to experience such joy after a week of such penetrating sorrow, was the perfect thing to help get me back to being me.

So Lauren, thank you for getting married and inadvertently getting me out of my funk, I know that was your sole intention.

And as for Lauren, I am so incredibly jealous of her honeymoon, it sounds like the coolest honeymoon ever and I may just have to shank a hobo to get one similar. They’re taking a three week world trip where they’ll go to London (where I believe she’s at now), Paris, Egypt and Thailand. How freaking cool is that? Hobos will most definitely be shanked.

The reception was also super nice and I loved it, but there was a rather odd, and quite interesting spot in the whole affair: The Real housewives of Cincinnati. No, that’s not actually a show, yet, but if it was I think I found who they would have on it; a flock of rowdy wealthy cougars whom had no qualms in indulging in the open bar and subsequently ripping off the chair tie backs to use as accessories to their outfits. Exhibit A:

And B for the jury to consider…

That second one wasn’t even taken intentionally, I was just trying to take pictures of people dancing and this is what I accidentally captured; a major what the fuck moment.

I also caught the bouquet, for the fourth time in five weddings, so I’m pretty sure that I’ve found my talent in life, though nothing can compare to the sheer mayhem that was the Great Bouquet Fight of  ‘08 between Haute Pocket and myself, seen in terribly clarity here. I have another wedding, John’s sister’s, in a month, so I better start limbering up now.

With the bride after catching my prize for the evening.