Wedding! NY Style

Below the pictures is a write-up of my sister’s wedding shenanigans. Here’s some pictures many haven’t seen yet from the wedding photographer and the disposable cameras! Oh yeah, and it’s cut because it’s really long.

Outside the house (on the fancy steps my dad built) getting ready to get in the limo.

The family! Soon to be +1 (missing Jeffery though poor boy was sick   )

View of the church inside during the ceremony.

Aww they’re all hitched now.

Mom’s side of the family.

Dad’s side of the family.

Kelly, Trisha, Myself and Ashley (our cousin).

I just <3 this photo.

Off on their journey of marriage! (well they turned around pretty quickly to go party)

Tymore park was gorgeous, definitely a great choice for pictures.

Grampy showing off his super ability to sleep through nearly anything.

Kelly on the dance floor with Mike’s Uncle Glen.

Nikomi and I

Look how nice Trisha was to Mike!

He didn’t really return the favor…

After the festivities were over, Trisha ensured she was warm , comfortable, and wearing half of Mike’s Tux.

So, ’tis been awhile. Work being in front of the computer 99% of the time leaves me to not want to stare at my blog. Steph demanded words, so here’s lots of words.

The extended weekend surrounding October 11th I was in New York. My sister, Trisha, finally got hitched to her boyfriend of 7 years that Saturday. I left North Carolina on Wednesday at her request (with a plane landing early and getting the very first train I wanted) and was promptly put to work putting together her favors. She was very much for, as I discovered, the method of “let’s just see how things come together”. An “oh yeah… crap” was uttered when our father mentioned that a marriage license would be a good idea at dinner Wednesday night.

Thursday included much nail polish being applied, and laughing at Trisha telling my mom she wasn’t allowed to drive home because she’d mess her nails up again (she’d done it once already before they were totally dry). The start of the morning was a little sad, especially for my aunt and cousin (who also got their nails done), as it would have been Tommy’s 24th birthday. Thankfully they cheered up a bit as the morning went on. Trisha carted me around for the rest of the day for some lunch (and Malibu Bay Breezes, which are better than your typical Bay Breeze), finishing of favors, and general hanging out with Nikomi and Susan. She ran off to get Mike so they could go to the Town Hall around 5 — they have oddly handy hours on Thursday evenings. Kelly served us Ziti with no Ricotta, crazy girl, and it ended up being the only time I saw Jefferey since he was sick on and off.

Friday Trisha let me sleep in (score! well I had just woken up when she came and she was not waiting for me) before carting me out to Kingston to buy two carts of soda and mixers.

That night I was able to step back into Smithfield Presbyterian Church for the first time since moving to Florida. While I’ve grown increasingly annoyed with certain religions, I felt right at home there. The new Reverend had the light humor that Reverend Palmer had when I was a kid, and showed he fit right in with the easy going ways of our church. He and Trisha made a great pair with the “let’s make this up as we go along”, which pissed off Mike’s sister to no end, and amused pretty much everyone else. If you happened to click on that link above, imagine a dairy farm to the left, where my father works. Rehearsal dinner highlights involved Mike throwing butter at Nikomi, Mike’s Uncle Earl making a rather… interesting speech about bushes. Trisha dragged me to Silo (the new fancy local bar) so she could chat with the bartender there – who volunteered to be the bartender for her wedding.

Saturday morning involved Trisha realizing that she forgot x, y, z at her house and had to wait until Mike was out milking the cows to run up and retrieve them. Meanwhile my mom and I went off to get our hair done – my mom went earlier to drop off something for my grandmother – and snap pictures when she couldn’t fight back or hide her face. We were there most of the morning fighting off the bees that were visiting through the open door. Oh, to have video of Nikomi running around with the flyswatter…

The wedding itself was lovely, we all avoided the vent with giant holes on the way down the far aisle (there are two – walked down one, came up the other), walked down at the proper speed, no rings were lost, dad cried, laughter was had. The Reverend said “Oh yeah, I forgot to ask…[insert parents or everyone here]” a couple times. I think he just did it to lighten the mood and help Trisha and Mike relax as opposed to being forgetful.

We all piled into the hummer limo (sigh) after lots of pictures, to head to Tymor park for the reception and even more pictures. The catering staff were super, they brought out Trisha and Mike drinks and supplied us with hors d’oeuvres while Diane set us up for many many photos. Diane was snapping away from before we left the house to the end of the reception. Can’t wait to see her photos! Kim, despite being all pissy the night before, provided one of the speeches with essentially “Trisha, Mike and Brutus [their dog] have their own special language that no one else can begin to comprehend.” Nikomi, demanding to go first, had a great speech, nearly bringing Trisha to tears.

The rest of the evening was much dancing, dancing with Uncle Earl, avoiding dancing with Uncle Earl by pawning him off on unsuspecting people, and catching up with various people. I did learn the dance for Cotton Eye Joe – not very good at it still, but maybe with practice…

All in all it was a great time, and much more occurred than what was written. Unfortunately I didn’t have any time to go to the school to see the scoreboard or visit Tommy’s grave, but I’ll do that come Christmas, and (when I remember) wear the blue wristband that my aunt gave me. Trisha put a single blue flower in her bouquet and had the stems wrapped in blue ribbon to represent him, so while he couldn’t be there, he was there in spirit.

Many photos here