In every photo taken at my friend Jen’s wedding, I appear to be either eating or holding cake. This seems wholly appropriate (that my zipper broke prior to all this cake consumption, does not. But that is another story). In pictures where cake is conspicuously lacking, I’m wearing what my sister calls my Baby Eater Face. Look, if suffering from exceeding joy makes me look like I’m crazed and ready to eat your baby, then so be it. Because on Sunday night, I was exactly that – suffering from exceeding joy.
Right now, though, I feel like I’m suffering a sort of hangover. Not from the soaking I gave my liver – and oh, I gave it a soaking – but from the intense happiness of being surrounded by friends, most of whom I have spent a great deal of time missing over the last few years. If I wasn’t keenly aware how much I miss having them in my daily life, I sure am now. That’s the bitter-sweetness of reunions, I suppose.
As for that zipper story: Biscuit, my date and hotel-room-sharer (the Boy and I could not both afford to travel to Boston for the event), was in the shower when I threw my dress over my head, tied the halter and zip…
“Biscuit! Gah! I need you! Mydressohmygod it’s stuck!”
The zipper had stopped a few inches from the top and would neither go up nor down. Biscuit scrambled into some clothes and to my rescue but no amount of tugging (or less physical but ingenious solutions) had any effect. It was going nowhere. At first I hit dead panic. The contents of my suitcase covered events like sleeping, eating take-out on Eleanor’s couch and um, not much else. That dress was IT as far as wedding apparel and I was going to have to make do. And I did, while praying to as many deities as were on call that the zipper didn’t suddenly quit altogether and expose a church full of innocents to my left boob. In the end, my zipper fears were totally in vain, because at the close of the night, Stuart had to use brute force to break me out of the dress, while Krissa and I squeezed our eyes shut in anxiety. Clearly, Stuart knows his bodice ripping, because the only thing damaged in the process was the rogue zipper. The dress will happily live to see more cake.
Photo Involving Neither Cake Nor Baby Eating by Jason Martin.
You look great!
Thank you!
The dress looks so good on you!! And I love your earrings.
You look gorgeous Fish! Glad you dusted off the dress to look flashy!
You are absolutely darling, darlin’.
You look stunning! Also, I want a friend named Biscuit. Will you share?
That is so hard! I was visiting all my friends on the other side of the country this weekend too- and now I’m acutely aware of thier distance.
Beautiful! Your posts always crack me up and this one wasn’t any different. Thanks for making me laugh today.
You look amazing!
Thank you so much for sharing. I’m so happy you had such a great time and made it home safely.
I’m thrilled for your “intense happiness”. I know that feeling for I, too, miss my east coast friends/family very much. I’m glad you got to spend time with them.
Look at you, beautiful and happy! I love this.
Where does this picture live on Flickr because I want to favorite it.
you are adorable! i love weddings that cause guests to suffer from exceeding joy. so happy to read that your trip was one of those
Gorgeous dahling!
thats a lovely photo.. you look stunning.
You look beautiful!
I miss your friends too. Their appearances in your blog at least. Your adventures with them always made me laugh.
Also- well done Stuart!
Damn, Fish- a good picture, a good story, AND good friends out of the weekend.
Definitely a winner-winner-chicken-dinner of a weekend, just like you said.
Happy for you!