The wedding, I mean. And the worst part about it being over is that I can longer use planning my wedding as an excuse to get out of my regular responsibilities.
At any rate, here are the highlights:
-The wait staff was alerted about my extreme hunger prior to my arrival and satiated my appetite with mini chicken pot pies, shrimp skewers and steak ceviches until I encouraged them to feed the other guests.
-Sebastien and I entered the reception to the Imperial March-a fitting tune for a couple so determined to rule the universe.
-My Dad did his famous Charlie Brown dance.
-Despite my ban, guests danced to the electric slide. The song was never played because of said ban, but one clever guest realized another dance song had the same beat as the electric slide and rallied guests to join in. Now I have to extend the ban to include all songs with a similar beat.
-For some reason the DJ played Hava Nagila and for some reason it worked as part of this nondenominational wedding reception.
-And we finished the night off with Enter Sandman by Metallica. Some were dubious that it could be done, but, we danced. Even Sebastien’s 73-year-old godmother danced.