Wedding, Wine, Whine

This weekend we went to a wedding. A big, fancy, expensive wedding. Out of town. It was so fun to get out of town! I haven't been out of the city I live in since Christmas. And it was all free! Free is good, yes?

Friday night we went to the rehearsal dinner and afterward my inlaws babysat! My husband and I got to go out for a late dinner alone. I know, I know. I just said we went out for dinner after dinner. There was a lot of socializing after dinner, so there were really several hours between the meals.

The wedding was pretty. It was a Catholic wedding, which I've never been to. It was long, but not as long as I anticipated based on stories I've heard. After, we went to the reception. Aidan wore a suit with a tie, it was the cutest thing I have ever seen!

There was wine. Let me just say I've not had a lot of experience with wine. In college I drank mixed drinks. I rarely drink now, and when I do it's usually a martini or margarita. So anyway, wine. Wine is stronger than I thought. I did a lot of dancing. In fact, I'm currently wondering what exactly I did to injure myself in the rib area. It concerns me that my dancing was in fact crazy and ridiculous. A dancer I am not. I want to whine about how it hurts some more, but we'll leave it at that.

I asked my husband this morning if I did anything embarassing and he assured me I did not, that I just danced a lot. Let's hope this is true. I mean, I feel like I remember the whole evening, but you know how when you see someone who has had to much to drink? And you think, "wow, she's drunk"--THE DRUNK PERSON DOESN'T KNOW. I do recall thinking that everyone was probably drunk. Except my mother-in-law, who does not drink. Anyway, the worrier in me is all "I hope they don't think I'm a big ol' drunk". Because the truth of the matter is that I rarely drink, so you know, a little goes a long way as they say.

Regardless, it was a fun weekend. So, after a week off of work with a sick baby (he's all better now) and a nice weekend out of town I should be ready to face the week of work coming up. . . lol. I'm not, I want to stay home with my baby for another week. Maybe I'll trip over a million dollars or so sometime today.