This was probably the largest wedding I've been to, with a 300+ person reception and a loooovely sit-down dinner. We're talkin ceviche and champagne. We're talkin string quartet at the ceremony and live band at the reception. We're talkin flower arrangements that make Botanical Gardens jealous. And I even heard they had PENGUINS for the guests to pet at the rehearsal dinner. Gangsta. All for our two lovely friends Sarah and Steve, whose story is as dripping with sappy ooey gooey lovey doveyness (ok I'm done) as a Hallmark store before Valentine's Day.
Aside from the fact that Sarah and Steve (whose initials are both SM and I can only hope someday to marry someone who at least has my same last initial, because I really like my initials- EMS. Is that selfish of me?) are a wonderful couple in so many ways, they both happen to have been in my college Christian fellowship. Which means that all of their friends are all of my of my friends. Which means that of the 37 people there from Penn, I knew oh, let's say 34. It was truly a joy to see so many old friends and catch up. And just be there together celebrating the union of two dear friends. Ohhhh what fun.
I think one of my favorite memories of the night was when my friend Cassi screamed "COUNTRY!!!" in between songs at the reception. Gotta love my Texas friends. And the band members looked at one another... and someone screamed "Garth Brooks!" And the band members looked at one another... and started playing "I Got Friends in Low Places." As if this weren't enough, some of my friends had the brilliant idea to start doing the electric slide. To country. And it just SEEMED SO RIGHT. Once it caught on with the 30+ Penn kids, there was no stoppin the train of coolness. Pretty soon everyone (and I mean everyone) was doing the electric slide to Garth Brooks.
And one of my favorite parts about the electric slide is people who can't do the electric slide. It's like they're not American or something. Because the electric slide is an essential part of cheesy American party culture. Right up there with YMCA and the Twist. But oh man, get a few (or a dozen) drinks in some people, and they are more than happy to try out this newfangled dance. And it is invariably hilarious. Sorry to all you people out there who can't/don't/won't do the electric slide. No wait, no I'm not. I'm thankful for the humor you provide in my life. Is that terrible?
But alas, the great night and relaxing weekend had to end at some point (though hopefully it will never end for them!). Of course, only after a full-spread brunch at Sarah's house on Sunday afternoon. Let me tell you, they had it all figured it out. Down to the SarahSteve cookies. Mmm mmm good. To my dear friends: I wish you the best. Thanks for one helluva weekend.