Ha, when I first typed the title, I wrote "Party 2." Guess you know where this is headed.
On second thought, I'm gonna cap this off before the party. If all you're looking for are a bunch of boozed up, dressed up, dancing fools, go ahead and skip this post.
Now, we've come to...
But before I get to all that, let's go through the primping and preparations.
Right around this point, I realized that I could NOT calm my jitters. I turned to my mom.
Me: Ma. I can't freaking calm my nerves. Do you have anything that could just relax me?
She's no drug dealer, but she is, unfortunately, an unhealthy person. As such, Mom always has an arsenal of pills. Pills that she likes to keep for herself.
Mom: Um, nothing.
Me: Come on, just LOOK at me here, I'm a wreck.
I know. I was demanding pills from my sick mother. This wedding made me have no shame.
Mom: Well, I guess I could give you an Ativan...
Me: Yes. I don't know what that is, but that sounds fabulous.
Mom rolls her eyes and goes up to her room to grab a pill. A tiny, tiny, pill. Seriously, it was smaller than my birth control. After a while of feeling no change, I asked for just one more. Mom told me I could only have it if I didn't drink. I said okay.
The Ativan relaxed me a bit, so I could continue getting ready and be photographed.
And then came time for the Big Meet-Up. Dave and I met across the street from Hotel 71 at the Vietnam Veterans' Memorial.
Then we loaded the wedding party into our party bus and drove around the city to places like the Kinzie St. Bridge, La Salle St. and the Chicago Theater. We had hoped to get pictures by the beach with views of the city in the background, but Redbull Flutag took a big, giant shit all over that idea. Oh well! Didn't turn out bad, I'd say.
For all the brides out there, if you really want good pictures, just shut up and let your photographer do whatever he wants. We gave our guys complete and total freedom, and we couldn't be happier with what they did. It pays not to be pushy. For once. ;-)
Anyway, once the pictures were all done -- only took about an hour -- we headed back to the hotel to sit in tense, tense anxiety for another 45 minutes. Just sat near the windows, listened to a bit of music and waited. Well, and I drank more wine. Big shocker.
FINALLY, it was time. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe that after nearly 2 years of planning, it was all really happening...