Glass Slipper? Anyone? Anyone?
Less than 24 hours after completing Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, I find myself in a Cinderella Story of my own, with a few differences of course. For one, the ball was not held at a castle or any other land locked establishment, but on a yacht... A party boat, if you will. True, I was not directly invited to the party, but my pumpkin came in the form of a ford pick-up truck driven by my companion for the evening. Oh, and I never lost a shoe, never even took them off...
The wedding was beautiful, in a very quircky way. The rubber duckie groom and bride cake toppers set the theme for the evening on the bay. The ceremony was short and sweet, and most of the time was spent mingling, but dinner offered a refreshing discussion with a man just as geeky as myself. He made me laugh, a little too loud, but he was very polite and full of chivalry.
As I previously mentioned, I did have a companion for the evening, a very good friend of mine who happened to be in the wedding party. There is a certain ettiquitte when accompanying a member of a bridal party to a wedding, especially when you, yourself, are not a member of the party. For one, you accept that there will be times during the night when you are flying solo. You are also expected to dance. Then there is the anticipation factor... know when to give them space to do wedding things... but also be there when you are needed, to hold a drink, jacket, etc.
I performed my part quite well, casually mingling while not at his side. I paired up with the wife of another bridal party member, since she was alone much of the night as well, doing so made the evening much more enjoyable.
So, as it goes, we were sitting alone at dinner when a few gentlement came up and asked if they could dine with us. Of course, we couldn't decline... and so began my Cinderella story...
I've already mentioned how enjoyable dinner was, conversation and all. After dinner, during the dance, we chatted minimally but smiled at eachother. Shortly after the last dance with my friend, he floated up to me, hand held out, asking if I would like to dance... Oh be still my heart... He swung me out onto the floor, bringing me perfectly into frame, and we dance. We talked. We spun. When the song was over, he twirled me again, bowed before me, and kissed my hand... be still damnit!
Upon my return to my friend's side, I was bombarded with instruction to get my prince's phone number. I clammed up, and said I'd get it before the night was through. And just like that, the night was through. And as I climbed the last steps to the hotel, I saw him crossing the lobby through the window. By the time I arrived inside, he was gone. I never got his name.
I dropped the ball, and it went crash.
All is not lost, however, as he was at the wedding because he knows the couple. And as luck would have it, I also know the couple. Now I just have to wait for them to roll up their tent and come back to civilization!
Congradulations Melissa and Drake!
The wedding was beautiful, in a very quircky way. The rubber duckie groom and bride cake toppers set the theme for the evening on the bay. The ceremony was short and sweet, and most of the time was spent mingling, but dinner offered a refreshing discussion with a man just as geeky as myself. He made me laugh, a little too loud, but he was very polite and full of chivalry.
As I previously mentioned, I did have a companion for the evening, a very good friend of mine who happened to be in the wedding party. There is a certain ettiquitte when accompanying a member of a bridal party to a wedding, especially when you, yourself, are not a member of the party. For one, you accept that there will be times during the night when you are flying solo. You are also expected to dance. Then there is the anticipation factor... know when to give them space to do wedding things... but also be there when you are needed, to hold a drink, jacket, etc.
I performed my part quite well, casually mingling while not at his side. I paired up with the wife of another bridal party member, since she was alone much of the night as well, doing so made the evening much more enjoyable.
So, as it goes, we were sitting alone at dinner when a few gentlement came up and asked if they could dine with us. Of course, we couldn't decline... and so began my Cinderella story...
I've already mentioned how enjoyable dinner was, conversation and all. After dinner, during the dance, we chatted minimally but smiled at eachother. Shortly after the last dance with my friend, he floated up to me, hand held out, asking if I would like to dance... Oh be still my heart... He swung me out onto the floor, bringing me perfectly into frame, and we dance. We talked. We spun. When the song was over, he twirled me again, bowed before me, and kissed my hand... be still damnit!
Upon my return to my friend's side, I was bombarded with instruction to get my prince's phone number. I clammed up, and said I'd get it before the night was through. And just like that, the night was through. And as I climbed the last steps to the hotel, I saw him crossing the lobby through the window. By the time I arrived inside, he was gone. I never got his name.
I dropped the ball, and it went crash.
All is not lost, however, as he was at the wedding because he knows the couple. And as luck would have it, I also know the couple. Now I just have to wait for them to roll up their tent and come back to civilization!
Congradulations Melissa and Drake!
posted by Rebecca at 9:29 PM
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