I have a case of the lazies...

It's not that I don't want to write about the past weekend's events, it's just that it's soooo much to write and, honestly, that takes a lot of time. And a lot of thought. I am lazy. So here goes....in bullet format because that's me being lazy.....again.

• WF is now WD, which is weird. I looked at her hand on Saturday night after the ceremony and it had two rings on it. Which it will have forever. :)
• She looked absolutely phenomenal. I've never seen her look so beautiful.
• I, on the other hand, looked chubby. Even though I lost four pounds, the dress didn't do much for me (okay nothing at all), but I kind of took the outlook that it wasn't the day for me to look drop dead gorgeous, so whatever.  
• WD also fell down the stairs on Saturday morning. BUT, not to worry, she kept her Diet Coke in hand and barely spilled any at all. Guess it was that important? I dunno, but it calmed her nerves (strange) for the rest of the day. Blessing.
• We ate. And ate some more. And it was goooood. Especially after my two-week hiatus from anything that isn't healthy. 'Cept chocolate chips. 
• We danced. A lot. 
• I gave a speech at the rehearsal dinner, which went not even a little bit as planned, because I started choking up (I'm a crier, I know) and ended it really quickly, but hey it made her mom tear up, so I say I did alright. JM also gave a speech in which she introduced herself as WF's "weird" friend. That won the comment of the night.
• The girls went back to BR, TR and WF's house for the night before the wedding and sat around the fire shooting the bull for hours on end. Then, we went inside and played "Let's Dance" on the Wii. Side note: I own that game. Don't get me wrong, I really can't dance, but apparently my hand that holds the controller can really groove. Thank youuuu genetics. It's all in the arm.
• The little flower girl got a nervous tummy and TR had to run (literally) her to the bathroom as we're STANDING IN THE HALLWAY ABOUT TO WALK DOWN THE AISLE to go poop. She got wiped once. Sorry, kid, chapped tail happens when you have to go in 2.5 seconds flat. Props to TR for successfully getting her back in place right before she headed down to the front of the church.
• I wish BD was my brother-in-law. WD's a lucky girl. And I kind of think that's why she married her hubs. Family comes with marriage, right? Anyways, he sang Elton John/Kiki Dee with her at the reception, showed off some awesome calve muscles and pretty much rocked out "The Prayer" during the ceremony.
• BD's grandmother also told him he should marry "that hot number you just hugged" (that was me, p.s.) before she kicks the bucket when her brain tumor explodes. Okay, first, she doesn't have a brain tumor, she's just been rambling about it for 20 years. Second, do brain tumors explode? I'm voting no.
• All in all, it was one of the best weekends ever. And now onto the next wedding!

Awww, the bride.

"I will shoot you with my iron."

Beautiful.

And now for fun! Gettin' jiggy. That's a serious face, there, Judith.

The brother-in-law. Sexay.

"Don't Go Breakin' My Heart"

Clemson Girls! (minus the bride and BR)