Monday, August 10, 2009

Ally Grace's First Wedding, Dancing on Tables, and My New Friend, John Boy

I really should be working right now, but I have a project to do that is possibly the most boring work project I have ever come up with for myself. Seriously. So, instead, I am blogging, because if there's anything you've learned about me at this point, it's that I love a good procrastination tactic.

We got back last night from a fun weekend in Savannah for our friend Ryan's wedding. The wedding was gorgeous, and the bride and groom were so happy! I managed not to die of heatstroke, and somehow kept the swelling to a minimum. A bunch of our friends were in town for the wedding too, so we had a great time hanging out with them. I was thinking back, and I think this is actually the first wedding we've gone to since I've been pregnant.....thus (don't you just love the word "thus?"), it was Ally Grace's first wedding. She behaved herself quite nicely, although I totally used her as an excuse to eat some tropical fruit flavored Mentos during the ceremony. Discreetly, of course.

On Friday, when we arrived in Savannah, we went straight to Lady & Sons (Paula Deen's restaurant) for lunch. They told us, oh yes, we can work you in.....tonight at 8:45. Ummm, yeah, probably not. We went to another restaurant on River Street, and then, more importantly, went to River Street Sweets.....yum! I got extra praline samples from a sweet lady who told me that "the baby needs them." Why, yes. Yes, she does. On the other hand, baby girl probably didn't need the 95,000 grams of sugar that I consumed over the weekend between pralines, peanut butter fudge, sugar cookies, marshmallows, cupcakes, and wedding cake.

Other weekend highlights included dancing on tables (yes, this REALLY happened--see, I have photo proof), debating with my friend Cole about why cupcakes are better than cake and how things that are "a la mode" just aren't right, and hitting people with my giant belly as I tried to scoot through the wedding crowds. Somehow, my belly isn't as small as I apparently think it is in my mind.

Also, someone (not naming any names, of course) clogged the toilet in our hotel room, and we had to call housekeeping for a plunger. Now, I just assumed they would bring a plunger to the room and leave it.....oh no, it came complete with a maintenance man to plunge the toilet for us. I apologized profusely and told him we could handle it, and he said that he actually had several "calls" to make after our room. He also told me I could call him "John Boy." How appropriate.

If I were a good blogger at all, I would've taken a picture with John Boy for your viewing enjoyment. Feel free to use your imagination.

1 comment:

Cole said...

Everyone knows a la mode is supreme and will dominate any ole dried up cupcake. if you would like to take a poll from your readers, i'm sure you will find most agree with me.