Now I am Mrs. Llama!

Everyone told me that the wedding would be wonderful, but I didn't believe them. To me, the idea of the bride having fun on her own wedding day seemed as plausible as the exhibit paintings enjoying the museum. But it was fun. Exhausting and a little stressful, but fun. And now I have a husband.



The guests really loved the ceremony, or so they said. Everyone laughed and clapped when the "Throne Room/Finale" from Star Wars Episode IV came on. And my mother, who was expecting to hear something by Handel, who felt that Star Wars was inappropriate for a processional teared up a little. People told me later that as soon as I stepped off the porch the sun sort of burst out of the clouds and that during the ceremony there was a little white butterfly. My family said it was Nana. Andy said it was a cabbage moth, but being Irish and enjoying cabbage, it still could have been Nana. The rings, which Andy originally left in Ohio, continued to be problematic. Mike (Andy's brother and best man) couldn't find mine; he thought it fell into his suit but it was actually in the velvet bag he had in his hand. Then I couldn't figure out on which hand to put Andy's ring. He had help in the form of my engagement ring, but I was clueless. Even when I got the correct hand, I could figure out which finger:



During the reception, I wore my "Domestic Diva" apron, which made people laugh. I kept it on through the cake cutting. My cousin's idiot husband claimed that I was making a mockery of the apron and the concept of domesticity. I ignored him. Later I found out that he tried to play "Piggies" with Yael's toes. Now I think that I should have just clocked him.




Speaking of, my brother got sucker punched the night before the wedding. I felt terrible. His face was swollen on one side and he had a large cut on his arm. He said he probably wouldn't eat much so he was just going to drink all day, which he did. It was fun to remind the photographer to get his good side. As usual, Kevin made repeated Godfather references: "We're not taking the picture without Michael." Really, it's cute and ever so appropriate given that both the processional and recessional pieces were from Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I will be so happy next week to attend Yael and John's wedding as a guest. As much as I enjoyed the festivities, it's hard to be "on" all day. And I never felt as though I could spend more than 15 minutes with each group of friends and family. Now we are in Bar Harbor, which we discovered last night is the perfect Honeymoon location for us. After a lovely dinner (and I will talk more about that later) I had a dish of white russian flavored ice-cream called, "The Dude."