Somebody's Gotten Married!!

As of Sunday, my sister is Mrs. Elisabeth Cordova. The days leading up to the ceremony were a blur of food, laughter, singing, varying views of Los Angeles via the highway, family hugs, and did I mention food? Apparently waiting for a wedding makes everyone ravenous. I have never enjoyed midnight pizza, cake by the beach, and room service as much as I did on this trip.
The ceremony was beautiful with John looking sharp in his tuxedo and Elisabeth glowing in her amazing white gown. I had to discreetly wipe my eyes (and my bright red nose!) with the the hanky I'd hidden in my bodice for just that purpose.
Speaking of my bodice, I may take up wearing a corset on a regular basis. Not only do I stand straighter and fit into ballgowns easier, wearing a corset makes a not so talented dancer look like she knows what she's doing! Normally, my rhythm is a bit off, but with my waist cinched like Scarlett O'Hara I can move like a pendulum! With my upper body fused thanks to the mechanical genius within the corset, my shoulders dip to the left as my hips are forced to rise to the right. I shook my groove thing like a wild woman and loved every minute of the wedding reception.
My duties as a bridesmaid went very well. I ran interference when it was called for, I made a mad drive in a convertible VW Beetle to pick up a special piece of my sister's trousseau (15 minutes to drive there, shop, and get back in time to climb into my rig/dress), and I made a fool of myself to help make my sister's wedding pictures extra nice. My sister has this terrific laugh and in order to make an opportunity for the photographer to capture it on film, I stood behind him and sang the "Somebody's Getting Married," song from the Muppets Take Manhattan movie (at the top of my lungs and off key to boot) in order to crack my sister up.
Oh! I also caught the bouquet! I don't recall elbowing anyone in the face in order to get it, but perhaps I should wait for any possible victim's amnesia to wear off before I relax. What was really amazing was that my little 14 year old brother made a flying leap to catch the garter. He then promptly took it over to the young lady he'd been flirting with too. Oh lord, my little brother is a ladies man. Heaven help us all.
I am still glowing with the happiness my sister's wedding generated. Big events like these are like bells ringing; they resonate long after the event is over with and I am so glad that this bell is ringing with joy. All hail the marriage of the Prince and Princess!