Dreaming.In.Reality

To get the full effect, we have to start from Monday July 19. Miss Sarah, after discovering she was pregnant with the baby, stopped dying her hair.. so of course 9 months after that discovery, let’s just say.. this blonde had some serious roots. I asked her if she was colouring her hair, she said yes and I asked to come with her, and to help her pick a colour and do the deed. Well, she did it herself that Monday night. With cheap hairdye. I saw her Tuesday night, for going to the mall to learn makeup tricks at Sephora; she had a small chemical burn on her left temple and her hairline from behind her left ear all down along to the base of her neck was raised and quite pink. No problem. Vitamen E oil, baby shampoo.. it will all be fine by Saturday morning. Boy were we ever wrong.

Sarah woke up Wednesday morning, blind and deaf. The side of her head was so swollen it had closed off her ear. Her face was swollen 2x the size it should have been. The cheek that wasn’t into the pillow was so puffed up, it was actually pushing her her nose off to the other side. Her eyes? She didn’t have any.. she had thin lines where the eyes should have been. Off to the emergency room she goes. Several shots, and a bottle full of drugs later, she is home and resting with ice bags wrapped all over her face and head to bring the swelling down. Fast forward to Friday… she can open her eyes, but she still is very swollen and looking like her last name should have been Wong. We decorated the hall, went to rehearsal, and then off to the rehearsal dinner. Her eyes were slowly opening more and the puffiness was reducing quite a bit. By 11pm Friday night, her eyes were almost completely open. Saturday am, she was miraculously back to normal. Much rejoicing commenced, we proceeded to get the bride ready for her big day.. and then she walked across the needing a refinish wood deck, and got a nasty splinter in her toe.

D got most of the spinters out of her toe while I proceeded to get her makeup on her. The friend she had coming from Ann Arbor, was late and not answering his cellphone. The panic started to set in, and I asked myself, “Could I do her hair?” Then I remembered I just spent $45 to have MY hair done, and that Sarah was doomed*L* She finally got ahold of Elijah and he told her he was on his way, but stuck in traffic. Somehow this person that LIVES in Ann Arbor, forgot it was Art Fair weekend and like THE busiest traffic day aside from U of M football games. So he was coming. I finish the makeup, there is one splinter that cannot be removed. Finally Elijah shows up, does her hair, while telling us of the speeding ticket he got racing to Sarah’s to have enough time. I did my own makeup, got dressed and proceeeded to be horrifically uncomfortable in my dress for the rest of the afternoon till we all went back to Sarah’s for the afterwedding party.

Prewedding went perfectly fine, we did photos, D attempted one last time to get the splinter out, Sarah had a few hand flailing I can’t breathe I’m so nervous fits and then it was time. The wedding went beautifully, no messups, no falling, no running away. My SarahBoo was so beautiful, Jeremy was too handsome, and little Miss Addison was a quiet good little baby that only cried during the applause at the end of the wedding because she got scared. Lots of after wedding photos, everyone went to the reception down the block and from there, it got a bit odd.

I honestly do not know what is wrong with people, but if I could track down every last one of Sare and Jer’s family that didn’t stick around, I would beat them senseless for being such rude assholes. Everyone was at the hall snacking, the bride and groom show up, we all sit, the minister says the prayer for dinner, the toasts from the MoH and BM were made, and off we went to eat. After dinner, J & S cut the cake, cake was served, cake was eaten, and about 20 minutes after that the people started to leave. We tried to get the dances and bouquet toss done.. They just left, no one would bother coming up for the tosses. We got those pathetically out of the way, and proceeded to Sarah and Jer’s first dance as husband and wife…. people were coming up to them IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE to say goodbye. D & I were ready to kill, and Sarah’s brother was gonna hold them still for us. I mean, are you THAT damn impatient, that you cannot wait five freaking minutes, for the bride and groom to have their first dance. You have to leave SO damn fast that you have to interupt them during a special moment of their wedding day, so you can say bye and run out the door. Bastards. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

After the wedding, we all went back to Sarah’s mom’s house, and partied hearty. I spent the time after Sarah and Jer leaving with her mom catching up. It was a lovely evening. All in all it was a good day, just that one speedbump at the reception; Sarah said she was not bothered by it, but if she truely wasn’t I do not know how she did it.