Wacky Wedding

The picture in the previous entry is of Kevin and me all dressed up at the wedding we attended this past weekend--Kevin wears suits for work on a semi-regular basis, but I am generally clad in jeans, a tee shirt, and a pony tail with some muddy pawprints and tufts of fur as accessories, so I felt the need to document that I actually wore a dress and slapped on some lip gloss! The weekend wasn't just about me donning a dress, though. We also visited Sleepy Hollow...here is the charming Old Dutch Church, built in 1697.
And Washington Irving's home, Sunnyside. (Irving wrote the very spooky headless horseman tale "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.")

The wedding was, um, interesting. There weren't any full-fledged wedding disasters, but there were definitely a couple of moments that made me laugh. Apparently there wasn't a rehearsal, so when the groom's uncle walked up to read a Bible verse, he started reading the wrong verse. After a couple of lines, the groom cut him off--the uncle grinned sheepishly, shrugged and went back to his seat. There was also a "singer" who performed mid-ceremony. She was really into the song--think John Mayer-type facial contortions. Unfortunately, unlike Mr. Mayer, she was unable to hit most of the notes she attempted to sing. It was so awful, Kevin and I were both shaking with (silent) laughter.

When Kevin and I got engaged 8 years ago, one of the first bridezilla decrees I made was, "Absolutely no singing at our ceremony!" I have been to so many weddings with horrific vocalists--everyone has that one friend who believes she can sing, and who would love to grace the wedding ceremony with the gift of song. As is evident during "American Idol" auditions, the ratio of people who believe they are wonderful singers to people who can actually carry a tune is shockingly high! Before anyone could offer up their vocal talent to our wedding I had a harpist hired--potential awkward situation averted!

I was almost responsible for creating a wedding disaster of my own last weekend. I chose to wear some very strappy high heeled sandals, and then I chose to drink several daiquiris. I teetered, I tottered, I was a Weeble--I wobbled but I did not fall down!