I'm writing this post as I fly from LA back to Chicago and I'm feeling tired, grumpy, and on the brink of a terrible cold. LA was sunny and 77 degrees and Chicago's ten day forecast is low 40s and SNOW.
So basically I'm a huge joy to be around right now. It's my standard "headed back to reality" attitude.
Coming back from a wedding weekend is no easy task. It's even harder when it's a Rolfsmeyer wedding. Let's just say they know how to throw a wedding. From start to finish, everything about this past weekend was absolutely perfect. The resort, the parties, the people, it was all so much fun. Most people cry during the ceremony at a wedding, but I cried when the band played their last song for the night because I knew it was ending. Jk, that would be weird...
We flew in Friday for the bridal lunch and then spent the rest of the day by the pool before doing the rehearsal part.
|Bikini found here.|
|Jumpsuit found here.|
Don't even get me started on Kate's outfits. They were everything and more I'd expect from her. Kate is my fashion friend. She's the person who taught me freshman year of college that I should probably stop wearing my basketball sweats to class every day. You should have seen the white lace jumpsuit she wore to her morning after brunch, let's just say it was slightly more classy than the MARRIED AF shirt I plan to wear to mine.
For her wedding day an entire glam squad came in to get us ready, which was good for me because I had a little too much fun the night previous.
Things the makeup artist said to me while "doing my face."
"Did you drink a lot last night?" Yes.
"Are you eyes always this puffy?" Sometimes. Yes.
"You have a lot of sun damage." Thank you.
"Your face is a lot darker than the rest of your skin"... (looks confused for a second then adds) "oh I think it's just all the sun damage." Cool, cool, cool.
So I was feeling super good about myself, naturally. I've always felt like my Doppleganger is Charlize Theron. From Monster.
I kid, I kid. But.
We spent the day sipping champagne and getting pampered. Getting ready with girlfriends is one of my favorite parts of a wedding day. So many of my friends live super far away so this always feels like a nice throwback to our college days when we all lived together at 1545 S Street.
And once the bride disappears for her "first look" it's all a time warp from then on and the rest of the afternoon/night just flies by. It always happens. Kate and Adam's wedding was no different.
One minute Kate's dad was walking her down the aisle and the next minute she was doing "the worm" on the dance floor in her wedding dress at the very end of the night.
Time needs to slow down. Our wedding countdown is almost down to three months and I might be freaking out just slightly. Three months is nothing. The worst part is I don't even know what I'm freaking out about.
And now it's Wednesday morning and I have 193 unread emails and three large boxes of t-shirts sitting in my living room just waiting to be sent to their new homes... T-shirt Lady is in for another intense day of packing. Yikes.