Also, All I Had For A Blanket Was My Discarded Bridesmaid Dress

No more giant fuzzy bangs picture.  Enough of you!

Ahh.  That's better.  Now I've just got to think of something to say.  Actually, I've got plenty to say.  My little brother-in-law, who might as well be my real brother given the sheer amount of time I've spent with him over the past 10 years, got married a little over a month ago.  And then my actual brother got married the following weekend.  And then there was Mardi Gras in Lafayette, and then we went to Galveston and came back home where I painted the chairs a horrible army green and then a darker brown and then a creamy eggnog.  And then I went to Los Angeles for market.  And now I'm back home and I haven't really written about any of that, except for Galveston which, although it was certainly the most relaxing event out of the list, wasn't really the most blogworthy.

Or was it?  (Apparently, yes.  Yes, it was.)

I have been waiting to do my wedding recap posts until I've seen all the pictures from both weddings.  I think we can all agree that weddings aren't nearly as interesting sans-illustration, unless they were disasters and someone left someone at the altar, or someone passed out in the middle of the ceremony,  or a drunk uncle went around groping all the bridesmaids - all things, I would imagine, that you wouldn't really want recorded for all of posterity.  But since nothing like that happened and both weddings were gorgeous and fun, I figured pictures would be the way to go.  Besides, all of the sister-in-laws I've been busily collecting over the past few years are so dadgum cute, it would be a shame not to plaster their cuteness all over the Internet.  Also, I haven't asked permission.  So that's out.

Mardi Gras, well, that was just a big whirlwind of tiredness, since we had just spent the last 4 days in Los Angeles getting ready for, participating in, and somewhat directing the reception of my brother's wedding, and the weekend prior we had spent in Arkansas (yes, Arkansas) participating in my brother-in-law's wedding.  We left the Los Angeles wedding at about 10:30pm on a Saturday night, drove straight to LAX, hopped on a red-eye flight to Lafayette via Houston, and proceeded to Mardi Gras like rockstars.  Except that I am SO not a rockstar, because really, the cross-country party circuit is, well, tiring, and I think it sounds better on paper. 

"Yeah, we partied in Arkansas (replace with cooler state for more impact), and then went straight to Los Angeles for like a week-long party and then took an overnight flight to Lafayette for Mardi Gras and partied there all weekend.  It was wicked, dude."

Instead of:

"Ugh.  This carpet is freaking uncomfortable and it's FREEZING in here.  Do they not know it is 35 degrees out?  Oh, is that the heater going on?  I smell that heater smell.....ahhhh....oh.
(Heat from heater sets off some sort of airport emergency alarm)
Oh no. 
(Ear-splitting noise) 
Make it stop.  I have had no sleep for approximately two weeks, it is 6am, I am lying on the FLOOR of the airport in Houston, and there is an ALARM going off that is rattling the inside of my already hung-over skull.  Do we really have to do Mardi Gras?  Look, if you pull the backpack over your head like this, you can hardly hear the alarm anymore. I think we should just stay here and sleep."

Yeah.  You never hear Paris Hilton saying that.

Comments

[Jerri Ann]

I don't think Paris Hilton is real, just someone that the Paprazzi invented to make all that partying look like fun........hehehe

[elise]

That's an interesting thought....maybe she is nothing but an airbrushed, computer-generated blonde.

It would actually be so, so, redeeming for her, if that were true.

[Amy from ARKANSAS]

Not quite sure how I feel about the italicized and parenthetical Arkansas-bashing.

[elise]

Everyone knows that you can say ANYTHING, as long as you italicize it. Or put it inside parentheses. OBVIOUSLY.

[kyle]

(man, i agree elise. i was in arkansas last week, and boy, i don't like it there.)

covered my bases both ways.

[LC]

We have to go through Arkansas to get home to visit family. I just have one question, why can't them make a highway go straight from one state to the next? As for Galveston, that's where I got my tattoo a gazillion years ago. Oh and here's the comment that makes me lame. (I've been on a plane once and I've never been drunk.) Wow, I'm wicked cool.

[elise]

Wait, so are you saying you're uncool because you've never been drunk, or because you've never been drunk on a plane?

[wordgirl]

But...but...but...the pictures would be so wonderful with the bridesmaid dresses and the pretty cake. Ask for permission, pretty please.