Kind of. Since I'm only 23 I guess that doesn't really matter. But being in two weddings in two weeks definitely has me feeling that way. It also has me planning my own, non-existent wedding down to every last detail. But we'll save that for another day. This past weekend I was in my friend's wedding. It was a gorgeous wedding and reception and seriously so fun. It's the first wedding of a friends that I've been in and I loved it. I especially loved that the bride let us wear Vans for the entire day. Even the ceremony. Most comfortable, genius idea ever.
We started getting ready at 7:45 Saturday morning, which I didn't know was an actual time since Luke and I sleep until like 9ish (sometimes 11ish) every day. But when I got to her parents house it was decorated so cute with the colors of the wedding and my best friend Mimosa was there. So getting ready at 7:45 wasn't too bad. Then it was off to the church to get our dresses on and get her married. During the ceremony the funniest thing happened. The maid of honor forgot to bring the ring. Seriously almost died laughing. In her defense we had been outside taking pictures and when we got done it was time to walk so no one even thought about it. But she had to run to the room we had gotten ready in during the ceremony and grab the rings. Thankfully she remembered that she had forgotten them before it was time to exchange the rings. After the ceremony it was time for more food, we had food for us all day and let me tell you, I took advantage of it. We got some more pictures taken, hopped in our hummer limo and went to the reception. Since I went a little too crazy at Courtney's wedding I decided to take it easy for this one and was the only person drinking water. However, I'm sure no one judged me because they probably all thought I wasn't old enough to drink anyways. Whatever. The reception was so fun, the speeches all made me cry, and I sweated from dancing too much. By the end of the night my feet didn't hurt but I was so tired. I think I passed out two minutes after I got home. And then slept in on Sunday, and took a two hour nap, and went to bed by 10. Wow, I'm secretly 83 and not 23. Surprise.
My dress and denim vest are both from Old Navy. I seriously love that place right now. They have really stepped up their game.