It’s been a while since I’ve written, and I apologize. In my defense, I actually already wrote this entry. It was the weekend after we got back, and I was super excited to write down everything I could about the wedding, so that I would have this entry to go back to later when I started forgetting stuff.
18 pages in, I realized instead of a semi-interesting blog, I was writing a really bad short story that no one other than myself would ever want to read. So in an effort to make this more manageable, I’ve written a top ten list.
DISCLAIMER: The following top ten list contains a lot of positive adjectives and is basically me telling you how awesome my wedding/vacation was. I realize that it isn’t very fun to hear about someone else’s awesome-awesome-awesome-ness of a vacation, and I apologize. But it’s all true, so I had to write it that way. If it makes you feel any better, I ate something a few days ago that’s made me feel pretty terrible, and all food and food smells make me feel nauseous, and I look and feel gross.
DISCLAIMER TO THE DISCLAIMER: I am not pregnant. Promise. I may have a parasite though. Blech.
Katie’s Vacation/Wedding Top Ten List
(in no particular order)
- Food– I ate ALL THE THINGS. And it was amazing. My stomach was so happy. Tons of dairy – cheese, sour cream, yogurt, cottage cheese. I had a bagel with cream cheese almost every morning. Lobster dinners, steak dinners, all my favorite appetizers and desserts, and the best chicken sandwich EVER all eaten by me. Also, while I didn’t get enough of it, I thought all the food at my wedding was really good. I feel like not everyone can say that.
- Friends – Seeing (almost) all my friends in the same place at the same time and knowing that I was the reason they had all come together, it was emotional, man. I tried to hold it in but I think I got a little teary the first time I saw each of my bridesmaids. Definitely the first time I saw them all standing together in their Saris. I sort of wish I had tried to coerce my local bridesmaids (who were so incredibly helpful in the less glamorous but very important planning stages of the wedding) into staying at the hotel with us so that we would have had more time together. I am so pissed that I didn’t get more time to spend with each person, especially the ones I hadn’t seen in a long time and who had traveled a long way. Now I understand why some cultures have weddings that last weeks and weeks. I never want to get married again (you are stuck with me, Kyle) but if I did, I would want a whole month of celebrations, where I got to sit down and share a meal with each of my friends.
- Family – Some people think it’s silly to make a distinction between family and friends, and I get it. But there is a different between my college girlfriends and seeing my favorite aunts and uncles that I haven’t seen since, I dunno, my high school graduation or something. It’s a warmer, fuzzier, remember-y feeling of Christmases and summer vacations past. Also, there were people who were meeting Kyle for the first time, and that meant a lot to me. At one point I heard one of my brothers call Kyle “my new bro” ….cue the tears again. Don’t even get me started on the moment when Dad walked me down the aisle. There is something in my eye. I’ll be right back.
- DziaDzia – You thought everything on this list would start with “F” didn’t you? Sorry. I tried but my alliteration skills just aren’t good enough. Anyways. DziaDzia is the Polish word for Grampa. My DziaDzia died when I was kind of little – I was in sixth grade, so what, 11 years old? It’s been a long time. But I have to tell you – he was watching over me at this wedding. You know how I know? My uncle Kris, whom I haven’t seen in a reallllly long time, came down from Minnesota for the wedding, and at one point he asked me to dance with him. I don’t know if it was his cologne or what, but as soon as we started dancing, I smelled this smell and thought “DziaDzia!” I have a very strong smell memory. Places like the church we grew up in, my middle school, and the Buckner Theatre green room have VERY distinct smells to me, and the minute I walk back into them, or occasionally in a place that smells very similar, I will get this strong smell memory. I know it sounds a little weird and wonky, but I swear to goodness, I haven’t smelled that smell in a long time. And before you go thinking my uncle is smelly (he is not!) I had seen him and hugged him a few times before we danced, and I never got a smell memory….call it what you want, I call it a little sign from DziaDzia that he was thinking about me.
- I got a KitchenAid Mixer. (Sorry – things were getting sad and serious and I had to bring it back to something humorous.) Yes, I am officially an adult with a mixer that says I am serious.
- The Father-Daughter dance. I was really looking forward to this one. It was funny, we didn’t really talk about it before hand. Part of me wanted too, but I was so far away, it’s not like we could have practiced, and for some reason, when you are a daddy’s girl like me, it’s slightly weird to admit to your first love (your Dad, duh) that you have a second love that you love in a totally different but dare I say equally important way. Anyways, I knew we had to dance either to the Little Potato song, or to Frank Sinatra’s “I Get a Kick Out of You.” One was a little girl favorite of mine, one was a song frequently sung and danced too by dad while he was making pancakes. I figured no one else would find Little Potato as cute as I did, and it’s kind of hard to dance to a hammer dulcimer solo, so we went with Sinatra. And it was great! We didn’t plan it or anything and it happened and it was wonderful and fun and funny because my Dad is a great dancer and he loves me. Love you too Dadders.
- Because sometimes people get things they don’t really deserve, I had PERFECT wedding weather. Seriously. You can’t plan that shit. It either is or it isn’t, and the weather that day WAS. I wish I had had a little more time to stare at the sunset over the creek and enjoy it. But I feel like that about the whole wedding and vacation in general – I just want to stretch each moment out and double it.
- Day of Coordinator – This was the smartest decision I have ever made. Being someone who plans things and organizes for a living, there was a part of me that was like “I can save this money. I can handle this. I don’t need a coordinator.” Thank my lucky stars I did not listen to that voice. I looked in the mirror and went “Gurl. You need HELP.” And I did. And Jill was amazing in every aspect, and I shudder to think how it all would have happened without her. If you are interested in specific details of her amazing glory, let me know and I will point you towards the many glowing reviews I have been writing on wedding websites.
- Post-Rehearsal Dinner Ben and Jerry’s – In a nod to my college days, a bunch of my wonderful friends and I went to the 24 Hour Bi-lo near our hotel after the rehearsal dinner, and bought a ton of ice cream and sprinkles and wine and beer, and went back to our hotel room and sat in our pajamas and ate it and laughed. You can’t plan really good friend moments, they just happen, but I think that was one of them. It reminded me of being young and poor and going to IHOP and ordering one banana pecan pancake, and an order of cheese sticks, and an ice cream sundae, because that’s what I wanted, damnit.
- I got married! To my best friend! Yes, technically I already was, because Kyle and I strongly believe in the separation of church and state. But it did feel different, how could it not? It was everything it was suppose to be – stressful and crazy and waaay more expensive than I’d planned – but that half an hour listening to the amazing Reverend Sarah B. Miller and reciting our vows and looking out into the faces of our friends and families come together as one……I really don’t know how to describe it, except that it felt exactly like it should.
Leaving my list now – I feel like I’ve left a lot of parts out. There are so many more people I want to single out and thank and hug and give credit too. But I think I’m just going to have to try to do that in person, when I am home for home leave. Be prepared people – Katie and Kyle move back to America, for a limited engagement, in a mere 145 days.