you had to be there?

while i find the intricacies of my love life (or lack thereof) endlessly fascinating, i've had to accept that this topic probably isn't nearly as interesting to our loyal blog readership, and i'm trying to cut back. in making this decision i've discovered that once i've talked about boys, shopping, and beer, i'm pretty much tapped out. having exhausted my repertoire but remaining steadfast in my refusal to let the blog die, i'm taking on a new approach: blogging about events i didn't witness and know almost nothing about:

as a good number of you already know, my blogmate's brother got hitched to butterknife last weekend. as a preamble, i'll tell you that i only met my blogmate's brother (whom i have no choice but to dub mbmb until i remember what other name we use for him) once over icecream (at the sadly out-of-business ice dreams) a couple of years ago, and have never met butterknife. nonetheless, i've been hanging over my blogmate's every word for months as the wedding plans have unfolded. come to think of it, i seem to recall being kept pretty current on the ring-buying and proposal as well. anyway, as my blogmate is out on yet another outdoor adventure weekend (it seems i have wedding planning and outdoor envy) i decided to take on the rendering of the wedding story.

my personal favorite anecdote involves one "great uncle father bob" who made a last minute announcement that he'd be joining the priest up on altar during the ceremony, resulting in butterknife's rather flamboyant entry into the church which involved what i can only guess is more profanity than is customary in a place of worship.

apparently butterknife was able to settle down a little after "chillin' in the bride get ready room" and proceeded to have a very nice wedding in spite of the throng at the altar and the occasional outburst from the audience. i'm told that the bride and groom landed on a somewhat whimsical priest who takes the fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants approach to wedding ceremonies (i.e. rehearsals are for sissies) and managed to grossly miscalculate the handling of communion.

from my blogmate's recounting i can also tell you that there was a posse of rowdy engineers from mbmb's days as a rowdy engineer, the expected number of terse, funny comments from my blogmate's terse, funny dad, and the rather interesting cultural interaction that results from hard-core italian meets hard-core wisconsin dutch. for those of you who are neither one of those (present company included), rest assured that we're all included, even if we are lumped into great-uncle father bob's culturally-sensitive wedding-prayer category of "whatever."

i'm very proud of several of the wedding guests, most notably m for showing up with her sassy new haircut and managing to get good and drunk, n for managing to work bon jovi lyrics into his best man speech, and my good blogmate, who managed not to fall flat on her face in her uber-stylish but cripplingly high-heeled custom-made, sparkly steve maddens.