(author's note: okay, April, I read your comment on the last entry out loud to my husband because I was laughing so hard. I am SO happy to know that it's not just my husband who is so crazy for Chick-Fil-A. Oh, and sadly (though not surprisingly), Brian knew about the location that had Nick so excited; he somehow knew that the Chicagoland area was going to get three new CFAs in the coming months. Which means we'll be home a lot more often now.)
Okay, the big conclusion to our trip...
Friday found us driving up the 405 to Santa Monica, but not before one last CFA stop. Brian got the chicken biscuit breakfast while I opted for an egg sandwich (what can I say? I'm a traditionalist). So our final sandwich count brings us to Brian: 5, Kim:1 (although I had a variety of other delicious goodies over those three days, like nuggets. And yes, we tried every single dipping sauce. The people at the Temecula CFA probably thought we were food critics or with the health department.)
I ended up getting a spray tan with the bride on Friday morning while Brian went in search of the tux shop. I will say at this point: always wear sunscreen. Not during your spray tan, but even on hazy days, you will get burnt. (We don't have hazy days in NV so this concept is foreign to me). I was already a little red when the lady busted out the air-brushing container as a result of my poolside activities on Thursday, and by the time the DHA in the tanning potion had set, I was a serious color of orange. Like, Snooki orange. Lindsay Lohan orange. Yikes. But I kept telling myself, "Whatever. It's cool." (I was trying on my 'laid-back California attitude' which didn't last very long.) Everyone kept complimenting me on my color, which just added to my paranoia. At the rehearsal dinner later that night, even the wait staff approached me and commented on the color of my arms. Um...okay. Thankfully, some of the bronzer washed off in the shower, but with my big hair (due to the humidity), my orange limbs, and my Ann Taylor (subtle) leopard print dress for the rehearsal, I looked like a cross between Malibu Barbie and a drag queen.
We all got ready together in the bridal suite on Saturday afternoon, and if Tiffany was nervous, she certainly didn't let on. She was stunning in her dress. Absolutely stunning. (and I'm just not saying that b/c she reads the blog!) Blond, tanned, toned, with perfect posture and gleaming smile...she was seriously a picture of bridal beauty. I kept thinking back to my own wedding day (before all of the unfortunate-ness) and I don't think I possessed one drop of the poise she carried with her that day. Even when the limo was super late getting us all to the church (and I almost passed out in route - I have no idea what happened, but all of sudden, I got super nauseous, my face went numb, the edges of my vision started to blur. Thankfully, the limo was stocked with sodas, so I cracked open a 7-Up while everyone else sipped champagne. Nothing like being a liability at someone else's wedding). We all piled out of the limo and the priest, irritated at our lateness, expected everyone to start marching down the aisle right away. Literally. I have no idea how I looked, but considering my hair was in my face, I was sweating from my brief hypoglycemia incident, and my left false eyelash was sticking to my bottom eyelid, I'm guessing: not good. And yet, by the time I got to the front of the church, gasping for breath and with one eye permanently closed, Tiffany was literally gliding down the aisle, bright smile on her face, glowing radiantly as though the last hectic 30 minutes had never happened. I don't know how she does it.
The ceremony was Greek-orthodox, which meant the bridal party had to stand for the duration of it. No biggie, except earlier in the day, I had traded my shoes (size 10) to another bridesmaid who had size 9 shoes. She had just given birth FOUR WEEKS EARLIER (can you imagine??) and her feet were still swollen from birth. And they didn't fit in her shoes. I was so in awe of the fact that she was speaking in full sentences, let alone traveled to a friend's wedding and put a dress on that I instantly traded shoes with her. Seriously, anything to make her life easier. I kept my mind off of my too-small shoes (and they were really only a tiny bit too small) by blowing raspberries at Brian during the ceremony, who was standing up on the groom's side. Brian responded by covering his face with his hands and playing peek-a-boo with me.
Ah, we got some adult time, but clearly it wasn't enough.
Can't wait to see the wedding video.
(just kidding, Adam and Tiff - I did blow a raspberry at Brian, but he did not play peek-a-boo with me. He gave me a very stern look that said, "Quit it.")
Anyways, the reception was literally right at the beach and it went off without a hitch. Everyone danced, ate, and drank the night away. I've never seen Adam, who tends to wear his 'serious lawyer face' a lot, look happier or more in love. And like I said, Tiff was just glowing. I can't wait to see the pictures.
We had brunch the next morning with the newlyweds and the rest of the bridal party, and it was the kind of wedding that everyone was hugging each other when it came time to say our good-byes. Everyone was becoming Facebook friends, exchanging numbers with each other, etc. I think that's the true sign of great friends, which is when you easily make friends with your friend's friends. Everyone got along fabulously, the groomsmen were cut-ups, and the bridesmaids couldn't have been nicer. And the whole crew from Scottsdale, when we met up on Friday night, it was like reuniting with old friends.
The best part, of course, was getting home to find our little Bear healthy and happy. My parents did a fantastic job (more on that later) and even had a little surprise party ready for him that night, since they won't be able to make it to his actual birthday party. (they will be in Minnesota with cousin Ben!)
On a final note, it's so interesting to me to see what a difference a year makes. Last July, I was holed-up in our old house, feverishly waiting on this baby to make his entrance into the world. The fibroid was still in play, the too-much-amniotic fluid was a big worry, and of course, we still had no idea of the dangers of jaundice. This year, at the end of July, Brian and I got a chance to have a lavish (and it was lavish) weekend away, complete with wine-tasting, great food, great friends, and Scotty had the opportunity to play with his grandparents in our new house. If you had told me this a year ago, I wouldn't have believed you. I feel truly blessed.
And congrats, Adam and Tiff!!! They are frolicking in Fiji as I type. Lucky ducks! :-)
Okay, the big conclusion to our trip...
Friday found us driving up the 405 to Santa Monica, but not before one last CFA stop. Brian got the chicken biscuit breakfast while I opted for an egg sandwich (what can I say? I'm a traditionalist). So our final sandwich count brings us to Brian: 5, Kim:1 (although I had a variety of other delicious goodies over those three days, like nuggets. And yes, we tried every single dipping sauce. The people at the Temecula CFA probably thought we were food critics or with the health department.)
I ended up getting a spray tan with the bride on Friday morning while Brian went in search of the tux shop. I will say at this point: always wear sunscreen. Not during your spray tan, but even on hazy days, you will get burnt. (We don't have hazy days in NV so this concept is foreign to me). I was already a little red when the lady busted out the air-brushing container as a result of my poolside activities on Thursday, and by the time the DHA in the tanning potion had set, I was a serious color of orange. Like, Snooki orange. Lindsay Lohan orange. Yikes. But I kept telling myself, "Whatever. It's cool." (I was trying on my 'laid-back California attitude' which didn't last very long.) Everyone kept complimenting me on my color, which just added to my paranoia. At the rehearsal dinner later that night, even the wait staff approached me and commented on the color of my arms. Um...okay. Thankfully, some of the bronzer washed off in the shower, but with my big hair (due to the humidity), my orange limbs, and my Ann Taylor (subtle) leopard print dress for the rehearsal, I looked like a cross between Malibu Barbie and a drag queen.
We all got ready together in the bridal suite on Saturday afternoon, and if Tiffany was nervous, she certainly didn't let on. She was stunning in her dress. Absolutely stunning. (and I'm just not saying that b/c she reads the blog!) Blond, tanned, toned, with perfect posture and gleaming smile...she was seriously a picture of bridal beauty. I kept thinking back to my own wedding day (before all of the unfortunate-ness) and I don't think I possessed one drop of the poise she carried with her that day. Even when the limo was super late getting us all to the church (and I almost passed out in route - I have no idea what happened, but all of sudden, I got super nauseous, my face went numb, the edges of my vision started to blur. Thankfully, the limo was stocked with sodas, so I cracked open a 7-Up while everyone else sipped champagne. Nothing like being a liability at someone else's wedding). We all piled out of the limo and the priest, irritated at our lateness, expected everyone to start marching down the aisle right away. Literally. I have no idea how I looked, but considering my hair was in my face, I was sweating from my brief hypoglycemia incident, and my left false eyelash was sticking to my bottom eyelid, I'm guessing: not good. And yet, by the time I got to the front of the church, gasping for breath and with one eye permanently closed, Tiffany was literally gliding down the aisle, bright smile on her face, glowing radiantly as though the last hectic 30 minutes had never happened. I don't know how she does it.
The ceremony was Greek-orthodox, which meant the bridal party had to stand for the duration of it. No biggie, except earlier in the day, I had traded my shoes (size 10) to another bridesmaid who had size 9 shoes. She had just given birth FOUR WEEKS EARLIER (can you imagine??) and her feet were still swollen from birth. And they didn't fit in her shoes. I was so in awe of the fact that she was speaking in full sentences, let alone traveled to a friend's wedding and put a dress on that I instantly traded shoes with her. Seriously, anything to make her life easier. I kept my mind off of my too-small shoes (and they were really only a tiny bit too small) by blowing raspberries at Brian during the ceremony, who was standing up on the groom's side. Brian responded by covering his face with his hands and playing peek-a-boo with me.
Ah, we got some adult time, but clearly it wasn't enough.
Can't wait to see the wedding video.
(just kidding, Adam and Tiff - I did blow a raspberry at Brian, but he did not play peek-a-boo with me. He gave me a very stern look that said, "Quit it.")
Anyways, the reception was literally right at the beach and it went off without a hitch. Everyone danced, ate, and drank the night away. I've never seen Adam, who tends to wear his 'serious lawyer face' a lot, look happier or more in love. And like I said, Tiff was just glowing. I can't wait to see the pictures.
We had brunch the next morning with the newlyweds and the rest of the bridal party, and it was the kind of wedding that everyone was hugging each other when it came time to say our good-byes. Everyone was becoming Facebook friends, exchanging numbers with each other, etc. I think that's the true sign of great friends, which is when you easily make friends with your friend's friends. Everyone got along fabulously, the groomsmen were cut-ups, and the bridesmaids couldn't have been nicer. And the whole crew from Scottsdale, when we met up on Friday night, it was like reuniting with old friends.
The best part, of course, was getting home to find our little Bear healthy and happy. My parents did a fantastic job (more on that later) and even had a little surprise party ready for him that night, since they won't be able to make it to his actual birthday party. (they will be in Minnesota with cousin Ben!)
On a final note, it's so interesting to me to see what a difference a year makes. Last July, I was holed-up in our old house, feverishly waiting on this baby to make his entrance into the world. The fibroid was still in play, the too-much-amniotic fluid was a big worry, and of course, we still had no idea of the dangers of jaundice. This year, at the end of July, Brian and I got a chance to have a lavish (and it was lavish) weekend away, complete with wine-tasting, great food, great friends, and Scotty had the opportunity to play with his grandparents in our new house. If you had told me this a year ago, I wouldn't have believed you. I feel truly blessed.
And congrats, Adam and Tiff!!! They are frolicking in Fiji as I type. Lucky ducks! :-)
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