Hubby saying goodbye to Miss C and his dad Saturday night in his parents’ front yard. I love the light.
The weather was perfect.
The bride was beautiful.
The groom was handsome.
The service was inspiring.
The reception was fun.
The music was kickin’.
The food was delicious.
The wine was flowing.
The champagne was plentiful.
The barfing was inevitable.
That’s right. I said the B word.
I can’t remember the last time I got sick from drinking. It has been years. I am a bit of a control freak and I am also a lightweight so typically I pace myself and I sip on water while drinking. I was having such a great time talking with friends Saturday night (we sat with my best friend and her husband and their three adorable boys) that I didn’t think twice about that 10 ounce white wine chaser to the couple of glasses of champagne I’d downed. I was also distracted with the serious moves on the dance floor. There was one guy that I can best describe as Funky Kenny Chesney. He looked amazingly like Kenny Chesney, only he was wearing a backwards baseball cap and channeling MC Hammer.
Back to the barfing. It was thankfully just a little “PLEEZEPULLOVERQUICKIMGOINGTOBESICK” session as we were a few miles from our house Saturday night. I felt pretty decent yesterday morning despite the bedtime pit stop (actually that and the fact that I’d eaten some pasta and bread are probably why I felt OK) and hubby and I even enjoyed a delicious brunch at 100 West here in Nashville, which I cannot recommend enough. The owner even made me a bitters and soda concoction. I love breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, but the 100 West spread makes breakfast at the Cracker Barrel look like an all you can eat buffet at a truck stop. Their cheese grits and shrimp were to die for and there was no end to the fabulous food: strawberry cream cheese filled French toast, blackened tilapia, homemade biscuits, fresh fruit, pasta salad, pastries.
Now back, once more, to the barf. I need to make a public announcement:
Dear local branch of a well-known bank…I’m so sorry your parking lot was christened by a mom who had too much fun on a rare Saturday night out. Yes it was me, your loyal customer, making a very different kind of deposit. Ahem.
Hubby and me (with my birthday purse from the girls.) I think I look a little constipated because we had about 5 minutes to get to the wedding, but I definitely look better than I did just a few hours later….BARFING in a bank parking lot.