The Wedding

A good family friend just got married this evening. You might have read about her from some previous posts, Malisa, very sweet gal. The wedding was small, only about 13 of us. She had a sit down dinner and the food was positively fantastic. Started with the appetizers which were crab cakes or this other little cake with sausage, ham, cheese, and somethin else. Both were incredibly tasty and had their own little sause. Then the entree that I had was a vegetarian pasta dish with veggies in it. Also very tasty. :) Then we had champaigne with chocolate-dipped strawberries...oh if those weren't to die for... Then came the cake, and now comes the heart of the story:

My mom was the maid of honor so we went and picked up the cake. We were hoping it could just get delivered but there was some other big event they were attending to and mom agreed that we'd just pick it up. We made it home just fine. We got all of our stuff together and had to practically race out the door. The cake was absolutely beautiful. Small 3 tier white cake with these small pinkish flowers and green leafy stems. Just perfect really. We put it in the back of the jeep and were trying to gently go along. We pulled out on the highway and the cake was wobbling so we pulled over, I put it on a flatter spot and we headed out onto the freeway. I kept telling mom to go slow, don't make any sudden movements, just concentrate on the road. Well, she spent so much time looking over her shoulder at it that she wasn't watching the road as closely as she should have. As we were rounding the cut in the hill (all you Cincinnati folks will know right where this is) she suddenly stepped hard on the break and I watched as the cake went tumbling down. I screamed, "OH FUCK!!!" and proceeded to jump into the back seat and over to the very back of the jeep. Mom meanwhile started screaming as I told her that the cake just fell. Not 30 seconds before, she has asked me if I should maybe climb back there and sit with it. I said as long as she drove carefully it should be fine. Yeah, thats when it went tumbling. I told her that she should have been watching the road instead of the cake like I'd said. She said someone nearly cut her off which was why she had to somewhat slam on the breaks. Either way, the cake was ruined. In some vain attempt to salvage anything I peeled off the top layer and tried to keep the other 2 intact. It didn't really work. By time we got there it was a complete and utter disaster. Mom called Malisa and was bawling her eyes out saying her gorgeous cake was ruined, and we didn't even have pictures of it. The people at the reception place said they'd see if they could salvage it, I told them there was no hope other than to just cut it up and make the slices look pretty. They did just that so at least the presentation was nice, and the taste was divine. Malisa said she didn't really mind as long as it tasted good, Mom still hasn't fogiven herself. I told her it's past, just let it go, but she kept mentioning it throughout the night (which drove me insane) and even now at home shes so upset. I can totally understand, Im upset as well, but theres nothing we can do about it so we might as well let it go and move on.

Overall, the night was nice. Mom and I got our makeup done at the mall before we went so we both looked very nice. I wore a black and white dress that went just past my knees. It has a very low V-neck so it shows off "the grand canyon" and my mother so lovingly puts it. lol Add some sheer black tights, black heels, and fake diamonds (except my ring which is most definitly real) and I was good to go! I curled my hair some then pinned half of it on my head so the curls hung down. I felt very pretty. :) When we had first arrived, I was sitting in the back of the jeep, icing/cake all over my hands, arms, and clothes (luckily I wasn't in my dress yet) so I went into the kitchen to wash up. There was a guy back there who started talking to me and walked me out front, I couldn't tell if he thought I worked there or was delivering something, have no idea but he walked with me out front where I found another girl who directed me to the room Malisa was in. I helped set the rest of the stuff up then changed into my dress. The wedding was supposed to start at 6, but hardly anyone was there so we decided to wait until 6:30 for the sake of those stuck in traffic. More people did turn up so that was good. I walked around downstairs in the main area for a while in case I saw more people wandering around looking lost. The same guy I had seen in the kitchen was then working the bar and asked if I would like anything, I told him no, I was just looking for stragglers. He laughed and I went back upstairs where we had the wedding and dinner.

After dinner and most of the people had left, Malisa, mom, my sister Ariel, and I all started to clean up. Malisa's new husband, Tim, went out to a movie with some of his friends. He was drunk, of course, but we were there to help Malisa so it was like, oh well. Afterwards we decided the 4 of us were going to go to the bar for a drink. In the dress I was wearing, no one in their right mind would guess Im only 17. So we had cranberry juice and vanilla vodka. It tastes exactly like a cherry cheesecake...it was divine! The same guy was at the bar still tending it and right away took our drink orders. He didn't card me and mom later told me that she thought he was going to so asked him where the bathroom was and that took his mind off it...smart woman. :) So we all sat around with our drinks, talking and laughing. Somehow we got a magic 8 ball and were asking random questions. The guy came over and said we could only use it if we asked the questions out loud. I told him that we had been and he just wasn't listening. We joked about that for a while and made small talk. Later as I was playing with it he said he was like a mind reader or something and knew what the ball would say. So I joked back saying he had to come up with a question, say the answer, and I would ask the 8 ball if he was right. He asked about a drink he was going to have later that night and the ball said, don't count on it, so I told him he was confused and pretty bad with his predictions. He laughed and gave me a funny look to which I returned a bizarre one. We both laughed and he continued down the bar. Then Mom, Malisa, and Ariel were all just sitting there staring at me. One of them asked (maybe mom?), "Where you just flirting with the bartender?!" I laughed and said no, we were joking about the 8-ball. So I don't know, maybe we were, whatever. He looked about early to mid 20s, not too shabby. I did notice that he got off work, hung around the bar for a while, disappeared (I assumed he went home) and then as we were leaving and walking back to Malisa's car, I saw him walking towards his. I saw him start it up and we helped Malisa with her dress, the flowers, gave out farewell hugs, all that jazz and I assumed he would have been long gone. Then, as Malisa was starting her car up and we were walking away, I saw him drive by, looking at us and pull onto the highway. But I thought, hey why wouldn't he look? 4 attractive women all dolled up and no guy in sight, hell I'd be looking if I were a guy too! So that was the wedding, the cake was a major setback but the rest was fabulous. Malisa looked gorgeous, I had quite a few guys staring at me (my sister didn't do too shabby either) and my mom looked great in her purple flowy dress that had this small train. Great food, great company, great drinks, all was well!