It turns out that The Frizz wasn't too bad because SuSu (my sister-in-law) had a magical hair potion that worked some wonders so I didn't show up at the glamorous Houston wedding looking like I stuck my finger in a light socket. It was unfortunate that I left my favorite hot rollers at my aunt's house, but again...that's what you get for Messin' with Texas.
Our wedding weekend trip was very much like something out of the TV show Dallas, except I bet J.R. Ewing never had to sit in the Cincinatti airport for a 3 hour delay with no internet.
Everything was very she-she frou- frou glamorous, and it was like Lauren tailored her entire wedding for my sensibilities, but that would be silly.
Our time in Houston kicked off with a fabulously girlie Friday bridal luncheon at Ousie's Table in Houston.
The rehearsal dinner was a muy delicioso Mexican fiesta at a local hotspot, hosted by my aunt and uncle. It was laid-back, relaxed, and casual. Margaritas aplenty!
The groomsmen and bridesmaids all wore boots, which I just loved. They know how to have some good, old-fashioned Texas fun.
The wedding ceremony was at the Methodist church on ritzy Memorial Drive. Ooh la la. Just. lovely.
Isn't Lauren's dress to die for? (I think this photo shows it off)
I thought it was funny that she mentioned she thought I'd like it. I am attracted to glittery pretty things like a raccoon.
The reception was at a country club that made the Burg's club look like the stockroom at K-Mart.
The was a candy bar, a photo booth, an ice sculpture, and a really neat portrait display that included my grandmother/aunt's wedding gown.
The cake will go down as the stuff of legends. It was made by a woman who's been on one of those cake TV shows that I don't watch because they make me hungry.
It was tasty.
There was lots of dancing and lots of drinking (it is Texas, after all), but I didn't participate in either because:
1. I couldn't drink because I had a flight home the next morning and I didn't feel that a hangover would be particularly pleasant to deal with and
B. I don't like to dance at weddings unless I have had a drink or two because I am much more fun that way.
After the happy couple hurried away in their limo, I headed back to my aunt's house to pack. I clearly didn't do a great job because I kept wondering why my bag was lighter (no hot rollers, genius!).
The flight home was as enjoyable as one can experience when crammed onto a Delta aircraft like a bunch of cattle. T was waiting for me in Reagan's baggage claim with two very happy little girls who had tales of ice cream treats, "moving stairs" (escalators), and what was clearly the ride of their lives on an airport shuttle bus.
It's been good to be home. Except for the fights over the Barbies and the temper tantrum in Wal-Mart last week. But otherwise very good.
I even got new hotrollers. I bet even J.R. Ewing never had hotrollers as nice as my new ones....