Whose Line Is It Anyway?

It felt like the never-ending vacation, but it ended.  Finally.

Mom and I returned home this weekend in something resembling a lump.  Make that two lumps.

I did promise you some details on my nephew's wedding.  That seems like Forever ago.  To be fair, it was a couple of weeks ago... It was a Catholic wedding.  As you can guess, the church was lovely.  There were something like three weddings happening in that church that day.  This one was at noon and was pretty short insofar as Catholic weddings go.  The first memorable moment (for me) was simply how happy my nephew looked when he saw his bride at the back of the church.  His face lit up.  I really thought his smile would engulf the entirety of his being.  I had a difficult time looking away from that joy to even focus on the bride.  Turns out, she had that same look on HER face.  I didn't expect to cry, but I felt myself tearing up.  Yeah, I needed a tissue.  But, that was the ONLY time.

The other memorable wedding moment came during the vows.  My  nephew said his first.  When the bride began her vows she accidentally said, "I (groom's name)..." and then stopped realizing what she'd done.  She had no idea what to do.  She looked at the groom in horror.  Then looked out at the congregation with his look on her face that clearly said, "Now what???"  The priest said something in her ear that got back her on track.  She began again using her own name - instead of the groom's - and everything went smoothly after that little hiccup.  Of course, those are the stories that make a wedding great!!!

The reception was amazing all the way around.  The food was outstanding.  There was dancing for anyone who felt like getting out there and shaking their groove-thing.  The DJ was one of those who only played about a 60 seconds or so of any given song.  That was a plus and a minus.  If you loved a song and were really digging it, so much fun to dance to, and if you hated a song and not a great dance tune, well you only had to suffer through it for 60 seconds or so:)  The crowd was mostly 20 somethings, so I spent the bulk of the reception hanging out with the older folks (yeah the 40 somethings).  That included my brother, sister-in-law, and her siblings.  I mostly danced with my sister-in-law, one of her brothers, and my brother (occasionally).

There was one of those cool photo booths at the reception with an entire table of funky junk for you to wear while taking your picture.  I hopped into that thing with my mom and brother.  My mom has that picture or I would post it for you.  But I do have the ones that I took of me and my sister-in-law's brother that we took after stepping off the dance floor.  We took two trips through that Magic Machine because someone left the curtain behind us open and we didn't realize it until our session was nearly over.   All I can say is whoever thought of those photo booths... great idea!

If you are wondering why I have no pictures of the bride and groom... well, I still don't own a camera.  And I can't figure out how to download anything off my phone.  So, I didn't take one single picture this entire vacation.  I am counting on getting some professional pictures or copying some off of Facebook before this is all over.