On the first of October one of my dearest friends got married. The night before the girls got together and ate nachos and drank more than we should have but less than we could have. The next morning I woke up bleary eyed at 7am to pack all of the flowers I made the day before. Things got hectic (even the smallest of weddings do) and I ended up changing into my party dress in an ally right before we delivered the ceremony flowers. Eyeliner was applied at stoplights. I rolled a wheely cart with two massive arrangements into the park and my 4" heels splashed with spilled vase water.
The wedding had the makings of a movie- a 45 minute late start because of a lost set of parents, a teary eyed officiant, a hot-stuff love connection between guests and an impromptu first dance to Helpless by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Pitchers of german beer and platefuls of bratwurst. The bride wore navy Manolos while eating a personalized Carvel ice cream cake. She married her man and I couldn't be happier.