[photo above by Vrai]
The wedding reception went by in a blur. People clinked their forks on their glasses, us newlyweds kissed, there was a first dance, but without thinking I had already pulled my brother onto the dance floor before that, since he knew how to dance to the big band version of "Creep" that was on.
Amanda and I pantomimed James Brown being covered with his cape and bursting up out of it, and lots more dorky dancing went down, I could barely think of eating my food, we had a terrific groomsman speech, which the videographer completely missed capturing along with the first dance (he's new at this, and we got him free anyway). We visited from table to table, and before we'd even invited guests to come n' get the cupcakes, the guests who were leaving early the next day were already making their exits.
What? All that planning and it was over so soon? Yes, all the marrieds had warned us that was what happens, and our event was no different.
Oh! And my dress exploded.