Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Photos from the Party, My Thoughts on Weddings, and The Coolest Thing Since Sliced Bread

Party crasher! (The short one in front, that is, not my Grandpa Jack.)

Want a real buzzkill? Invite this guy to your next party. He'll entertain/horrify your guests by scaling the bar, destroying electronic gadgets, and putting his grimy little fingers into all of your hors d'oeuvres. He might also interrupt a heartfelt toast by teetering on the edge of a folding chair while attempting to steal a bottle of champagne.

Who invited him anyway?

But in spite of Sawyer's blatant attempts at ruining the festivities, we all had a splendid time celebrating my Aunt Jacie's marriage to Bill. They actually got married earlier this year in a small ceremony with some friends, and this party was a reception. I really think this is the way to go.

I hate weddings.

Isn't that awful?

I try to like them, honest I do, but I'm always filled with so much anxiety for the bride. It's her special day- the BIGGEST and the HAPPIEST DAY OF HER LIFE, what if something goes horribly wrong? I sit on the edge of my seat waiting for her to step on her gown and rip the skirt completely off, exposing her underwear. Or for the groom to topple over because he had too many the night before. Or maybe there will be lightning? Or a freak tornado? An outbreak of food poisoning? An embarrassing drunken toast given by a disgruntled ex? I guess I am a worst case scenario wedding guest.

So thank you, Jacie and Bill, for sparing me from my completely neurotic wedding guest tendencies.

Do you even know how hard it is to get this many people to face the camera and not look like they are pissed off or in pain? (I had another great shot but it looked even more like Nick was strangling Jack- maybe he was? Whatever, I'm sure Jack had it coming.)

(Look at these dresses! My Aunt Bobbi is an amazing seamstress and she definitely has an eye for fabric. Check out her work at Frizzlebean, especially if you have a little girl- you won't be disappointed.) (Oh, and Bobbi, what can I do to get you to make some boy stuff every once in awhile??)

Look at us! High rollin' with the fancy shmancy champagne. OMG so delish. I may never drink the cheap stuff from a bottle while walking down the street on New Year's Eve ever again. Maybe.

We ate, we drank, we celebrated. When the party died down and the little kids went to bed, a group of us sat under the stars and sipped drinks and talked until late into the night, reminiscing about the past and talking about the new memories that had just been created. I am so lucky to be a part of this family.


You know when you hear about somebody who had a brilliant, yet simple idea that earned them a bazillion dollars and you think to yourself Why didn't I think of that? Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Hopworks Urban Brewery.

They brew organic beer! It tastes incredible! (I recommend the Ace of Spades, and not just because I am a closet Motorhead fan.) They have sustainable food! And.. and.. just get this! They have a PLAY AREA WITH KIDS' TOYS!! Hands down the best brewery/restaurant idea ever. The place was awesome. I am a fan.

And just why didn't we think of that?

So, I guess, um... in conclusion, Sawyer was a real pain in the rear at the party, I have weird issues with weddings, my family is awesome, and we should all go out for a beer at Hopworks really soon.

The end.


  1. I'm in on the beer. And I hate weddings too.

  2. Wonderful family and a great party. As the youngest member, Sawyer was just making sure he didn't get overlooked. (As if that were possible.)