And Then the Best Man Peed in a Bucket

This post is late, but I still wanted to write it.

My best friends got married at the beginning of August. And, as anyone who knows them would have expected, the entire weekend was incredibly fun.

Festivities started with the Rehearsal and Rehearsal Dinner. The Rehearsal went smoothly, except for three geese who really wanted to be involved and weren't nearly frightened enough of humans. Okay, they didn't ruin anything at all, they just scared me a bit.

Dinner after was delicious with the typical speeches by the fathers, gifts to the bridal party, and a whole lot of really good wine. Then all the younguns went to the On the Border across the street for margaritas and beer. It ended up being a massive college reunion, with people I've seen only occasionally or not at all since graduation. No one stayed out too late, since we all had to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the wedding the next day.

The day began with mimosas (as all days should) and board games. Then card games and sandwiches. We were probably the least exciting bridal party ever. The photographers arrived at 11 to take pictures of the getting ready process and ended up with pictures of us playing SkipBo. They also took a ton of pictures of the bride's dress and a good ten of me braiding my hair.

At 1:00 everyone threw their formal wear on and went out for the groom's first look of the bride and lots of posed pictures. Even this didn't end up lasting as long as they'd scheduled for and everyone spent the last couple of hours before the ceremony drinking wine and playing cards.

The ceremony itself was adorable. Thanks to the Pennsylvanian Quakers, the bride and groom were able to officiate it themselves and pronounced themselves man husband and wife.

The guest list seemed to be comprised entirely of family and people we'd all gone to college with. A few of the couple's friends from high school and grad school were there, but the whole evening really had the feeling of a massive college reunion.

There were lawn sports and a bouncy castle to entertain everyone. The bride tore her dress in the bouncy castle and it had to be fixed with makeshift safety pins (read: a straight pin and a cork). There was a truly absurd amount of wine. The bar actually ran out of water long before they ran out of wine.

Officially the reception ended at 10:00. But that's also when they lit the bonfire. So while a lot of people did go home at ten, many stayed and hung out by the fire. Someone decided it would be a good idea to provide everyone with their very own bottle of wine or champagne, so this resulted in even more drunkenness.

Most of my memories of that day are of great conversations with people I don't see anywhere near often enough. The wine flowed freely and lasted forever (Kevin and I were even able to take a couple of bottles home with us). And we played what may have been the largest game of Dr. Killebrew ever. The end of the night is one big blur.

The next morning was filled with rain, hangovers, and blessed breakfast sandwiches. And a bucket that had been mysteriously filled with liquid overnight. At least he missed the floor.