Thanks for all the love everyone! You’re all amazing
Before we could actually get married, we had to, you know, practice
Some of us were skeptical about the whole affair
Some of us were a little unclear on what our job was
(see how happy he looks with the baskets? he was quite bummed they weren’t really for him)
Some of us took our jobs VERY seriously
Some of us made this face after having one flower girl reach up her dress while saying “Kalin, let’s go sit down!” And the other one trying to stake their territory by smacking my leg and saying “Me Auntie! ME Auntie” to anyone who got to close
(That’s a face that says “this is funny. But I’m glad it’s rehearsa-oh god, she’s taking her shoes off now”)
But we got through all of it
And then it was back to my family’s house for dinner
Some of us hit the bar
There was a time when my parent’s house had a living room. Now, we have a bar. That’s a home improvement I can get behind.
We had dinner (salmon + steak. Heck yes)
And them some of us did work
(Cupcakes made by my oldest brother, and decorated by Baby Brother, with some help from my cousins and Callie)
Some of us sat pretty
And some of us got really really sober
Some of us made good choices
(in Baby Brother’s hand is the boot, a relic from my husband and his friend’s college days. It’s a cowboy boot shot glass with the University of Oklahoma logo on it. Full of monarch tequila. Good choice Baby Brother, good choice. )
And somewhere in there, some of us did this
That friends, is a party pig. It holds 8.5 liters of beer. Which is about 18 pints. It is empty now. Whoops.
So, there was my rehearsal dinner.
(Except for the part where I was woken up at 2 am by my husband and his groomsmen in what Baby Brother swears was a “legitimate sandwich making accident.”
Let’s not talk about that)
So in the spirit of the less than stellar choices involved by some *cough, baby brother, cough* what’s a poor choice you’ve made lately?
I’ll start: I let the kitten sleep in our bed the other night (she normally doesn’t.) Cue me getting woken up ALL darn night by my sweet little Takeout wanting to knead me, groom me, and play with me. Goodness.