not enough weekend for all that wedding

so i had some weddings this weekend. two, actually. two weddings and a 2-year-old birthday party mixed in between.

i'm a little tired today, which i think has something to do with the cape codder/pinot grigio combo i was sucking down yesterday. i vaguely recall drinking a half gallon of water before bed, but i'm not entirely sure if i did that, or just dreamed it. all of it was very hazy the next day.

it started friday night were our friends had their very simple and elegant wedding. at least, that's what they called it. but when the viennese table with hand-filled cannollis and daquiris appeared, i no longer considered it simple.

and as far as shopping for a two year old goes, well, it goes something like this:
"um... we need a present for a two year old boy..."
"okay... what does he like?"
"frogs... but not noisy things..."
"let me know show these puzzles..."

my preparation for the weddings this weekend wasn't very detailed. and by that, i mean, i had gone shopping for two dresses because i figured i couldn't wear just one both times. i'm not sure, but i think during the week or so the dresses sat in my closet, they lost fabric. because sure enough, Friday afternoon, i found myself drastically exposing my chest - in fact, my coworker said to me: "wow. you look like my hooter's mouse pad." which in and of itself is an incredibly long story.

so by the time sunday came along, i had gone shopping for covering. because sure enough, the other dress required massive pinning and covering. but mostly because i was at the wedding with my family. and by that i mean, my ENTIRE family. my sisters and husbands both sat at my table (to be specific- *their* husbands, and just my one husband) and my parents were a table behind us.

we warned the people sharing our table of this little family connection before dinner started. because otherwise, you really wouldn't be able to tell. like really. not at all. we don't look *anything* alike, although if you close your eyes, you can't tell the difference between me and tg. they just would have thought: wow, they really do(n't) like each other! (i kid. we get along really well in group settings like that.)

but it was good times. i mean, granted, there was some kerfuffle caused by some.. um... well, people that drank too much and should know better but aren't in my immediate family so i feel like i can say that on my blog because what are the chances they could find it.

oh and my dad totally outdanced my husband, and j is nursing some seriously bruised dancing feet (and perhaps a minorly bruised ego). and somewhere around 7:30, i should have stopped the dancing. i had no idea that my broken rib would be re-awakened by all that bouncing. (unless i had thought about the fact that i resembled a hooters girl, in which case, i should have known better.)