I lied. Here I am blogging again but my husband is not on the couch next to me watching basketball. He is in the air somewhere between here and Miami and I will hopefully be seeing him in two hours.
In the meantime, I know he wouldn't mind me sharing this amusing little thing that happened last night at Maggie's wedding. Maggie is a friend and sorority sister from A&M. We lived together and shared a (very clean) bathroom our sophomore year. We met while helping with a food drive in our dorm complex. She was the funniest person I'd ever met and we were fast friends. One thing you should know about our friendship is that we learned the hard way that we cannot shop together. We are what you would call enablers. Somehow the combination of our personalities results in super-abounding enthusiasm and approval over pretty much anything the other likes. You would cry for my husband if I told you how much I spent on our last shopping trip. Luckily that was four years ago. It's better to leave the enthusiasm for, perhaps, the day the new outfit or shoes or purse or backpack or bracelet or shower curtain are debuted.
Maggie was a stunningly beautiful bride. I watched her groom's face as she stood facing him, holding on to her daddy's arm. He had the sweetest expression that I interpreted to mean, "Oh yeah, that is my wo-man!" It was priceless. Fast forward to the reception. The cake cutting moment was announced and six girls, including yours truly, leapt to their feet and scurried over to the cake table. We made it there well before the bride and groom. And let's be clear - I was in the lead.
While we watched Maggie and her man cut the cake and delicately feed each other the first bite - thanking God that Drew didn't drop it down the front of her dress - a couple of my friends felt led to share their wedding night mishaps. Oh, the glory of waiting until your wedding night! One friend, who I hope does not kill me after reading this, recounted having fallen out of the bathtub in front of her brand new husband, who caught her by the arm. And this was before the excitement had begun. As we all stood laughing with our hands over our mouths from the sheer horror of it all, we were alerted to the fact that we were having this conversation about two inches from the camera man. That is going to be one interesting wedding video.