Tuesday, March 9, 2010
A Homemade Wedding Homestead-Style: Face-Stuffing and Rug-Cutting
Now, at most normal weddings, right after the guests have been served and given a chance to eat a bit, a slew of toasts and speeches ensues. Cowboy H and I really wanted no part of this. Actually, we avoided most all wedding formalities and time-lines like the plague. However, we did want to thank a whole bunch of people, so I composed a sort-of speech in my head and dragged Cowboy H to mic with me. (This was after spending about 10 minutes trying to locate him, whereas he was found hiding at the Desert Rose's table wedged over in the corner. Of course.)
First, we thanked our guests for coming to our sort-of wedding. We had guests come from New Mexico, Oregon, Missouri and even Washington D.C. just for us. We were floored. We also had to thank the Pit Crew who volunteered their entire day to cook the most perfect meat ever. (I mean, standing around a BBQ pit, drinking beer was extremely difficult for them.) We also had to thank the band, who again volunteered their killer talent, time and awesomeness for us. Lastly, we had to thank my parents. My dad funded the bar and also purchased the meat for us. And then my mom. I don't know what more to say about her except that she got a standing ovation and a bunch of hoots and hollers when I mentioned her, and the fact that she cooked/made all the food and baked the strawberry cupcakes.
Then, I was about to announce to everyone that the cupcakes were there to be eaten and everyone could help themselves once they were done with their dinner. Part of the reason I chose cupcakes is I wanted to avoid the whole cake-cutting ordeal. You can't really cut cupcakes, right? Wrong.
Cowboy H grabed my arm and sharply whispered, "The Desert Rose will kill us if we don't eat a cupcake" or something along those lines.
I groaned, rolled my eyes and said, "OK, fine." So, we shared a cupcake.
While all of this business was happening up here, down under there was a whole other party happening.
We had no idea until after the fact, but my cousin's baby was hiding out under the cupcake table! Apparently he stole the show from us!
Immediately after the cupcake chow-down, we were prompted into a first dance. Now, the first dance was something that I wanted to be special, and Cowboy H picked Garth Brook's song "Cowboys and Angels" for our dance. The song was perfect, except it had a slow beat, which meant a waltz was in order. Cowboy H worked very hard at choreographing a dance and we tried really hard to practice. But, I suck at dancing. Literally, before dinner was served I dragged Cowboy H away so we could practice, cause I was so nervous about it. The problem, for me, was that it was so slow. At the last minute, I chickened out and the band played some slow song that I don't even remember and we jr high danced to it.
Before long, everyone else joined us on the dance floor.
However, immediately after that slow song, the band broke into a song that you could swing too. And let me tell you, Cowboy H and I can swing. This actually became our true first dance, because once we got going, everyone cleared the dance floor and let us cut it up.
At some point my bandanna came undone and my hair clip went flying, but we kept on dancing.
And then, we were done.
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