I am back from Chicago and in mostly one piece, despite my awesome efforts at eating too much, drinking way too much, and being waaaayyy too merry. I am not crazy about weddings (unless their gypsy style), but I do love a good reception and this wedding reception did not disappoint. Two especially memorable parts: deep-dish pizza late in the reception and a floor-clearing rendition of the dance from Footloose. Yeah. THAT JUST HAPPENED. (Eerr, actually, it happened Saturday night, but I did just relive it in my head.)
In fact, I saw quite a spike in blog traffic on Sunday, which I think I can safely deduce is due to worried wedding guests checking to see if I had posted any embarrassing photos. Yeah, don’t need a team of kids in a van and a snack-hungry dog to figure that out. But scandalmongers can just keep on trucking. I totally want to post all the embarrassing photos, but won’t (except of myself, which there are plenty of). I’ll save those other photos for future political/blackmailing purposes.
I can’t say I’m completely unscathed. In perhaps the weirdest post-wedding side effects category: I have quite a few breakouts in quite a few odd places. Like, a pimple on my upper eyelid (WTF?). And another pimple behind my right earlobe (WTF-squared??) And a few nice red zits on the side of my neck. All of it is very odd. I am, however, grateful that I did not get these awesome little painful red spots before the wedding. My dress, as you can see is striped, and stripes and spots would definitely have clashed.
Now on to the important stuff: what I wore. Out of respect (and I use that term loosely) for my Mariah-Carey-loving dance partner for life XFE, I went with shall we say, hoochie dresses all weekend. If it wasn’t tight, and the cleavage wasn’t on full display, it did not get packed. That’s right. I didn’t even give myself the option of chickening out on wearing XFE-approved clothing, dignity be damned. Oh well. At least XFE was happy, which is what it’s really all about. (EDITED per XFE request: I did get a fair share of compliments on the dress at the wedding.)
On Friday night, we went to dinner at Alinea, and I’ll do a full post on that awesomeness tomorrow. We followed up with an unforgettable night at Duffy’s. As nice as Alinea was, Duffy’s was totally on the other end of the spectrum. Icky college smelly bar. Lemme just say, I did not pick it. And….I’m still trying to forget it.
Saturday morning, XFE took a few of us to Greek town for gyros and cheese fries, before we headed to Evanston for the big celebration.
On the actual wedding front, my cynical self may have gotten a bit choked up when I saw the bride coming down the aisle. She looked pretty good. And not at all hoochie.
Love the dress you wore to the wedding reception! And you still would have been hot, even if you had dots as accessories that day! 🙂
Cheers!
Kristina
Thanks, Kristina. It’s pretty random for me to break out at all, and especially in such odd places. Guess I better follow Justin Biebers’ advice and get Proactiv.
Omg I haven’t been to a party with you in forever! We must remedy this soon. Flashbacks to many parties at the Westminster/1221
Ah, those were some good old days. I have to admit, our partying is pretty tame in comparison! But we are available once in a while for weddings and bar mitzvahs.