Estrogenous Clichè Overload!
I've lately been missing my home... I don't really like Arizona itself, but I've been longing for my family, freeway driving, and my cross-country-moving friend Kerri. So, when I was invited to college friends Jeff & Jackie's wedding last weekend, I decided to head out, support the lovers, and get my family time in while I could.
Saturday began with one of my favorite home-y activities: making blueberry pancakes.
I'm not sure how Tom got that shot - it must have involved a ladder. Look at these beauties! Perfect! That's how my mama taught me.
Tom contributed by making likewise perfect eggs.
It was warm out, but not inordinately hot, so we had breakfast out on the new patio.
Yum!
Mom and I then spent the day shopping (without buying) for my new apartment, just to get some ideas. She's the best at this sort of thing - she has a very honed aesthetic. I'm thinking I'm going to go with a Morroccan theme for my room.
I filled my memory card with dozens of photos of things I must remember to maybe buy.
Afterward we got some Coldstone ice cream, courtesy of a gift card my mom got for retirement.
Again, yum. She dropped me off at my grandma's house, where I spent a good while filling G-ma in on all the new developments of my current life. Kerri picked me up from there, and we had a grand old time making dinner together, dressing up (accidentally matching) and going to see the "Sex and the City" movie, and making breakfast and shopping for wedding gifts the next day. Unfortunately, none of it can be properly blogged because I left my camera at Grandma's house.
Thus, we now join our regularly scheduled weekend with a lot of driving around and some Paradise Bakery.
Kerri and I realized that we're both aching for a road trip. She concluded that driving from Peoria to Gilbert is road trip enough. If we ever take one together, I'm sure it would involve a lot of moments like this, when we found that Kerri can't eat and drive simultaneously.
So then it was time for the wedding. We had spent so much time shopping that we had barely 20 minutes to get ready at my parents' house (which was about 15 minutes from the country club we were going to). But, no worries. We're fast gussiers.
At the cocktail hour before the ceremony, we spent most of our time perusing the name cards...
And posing in the ladies' room.
But soon enough it was time for the big moment. We were herded outside and seated in the 4pm sun, which was lovely for pictures but bad for the boys in black suits.
Jeff looked very nervous. We'd never seen him this fidgety. He actually began to tear up as he saw Jackie coming down the aisle - something we will NEVER let him forget.
But what groom wouldn't, with this bride coming toward you?
Twenty minutes and 105 degrees later, the happy couple had exchanged a number of vows, both Catholic and Jewish in nature, and finally the priest said, "I now pronounce you man and wife." Jeff went to kiss Jackie, but she started hitting him on the chest and saying, "No, no, not yet!" I think she really wanted to hear him say, "You may kiss the bride." Then they got to kissin'.
Afterward, Kerri and I hung around with our old Channel 8 friends, twins Trina and Alethea, while the bridal party did their photo thang.
It was great to see the girls, mostly because Kerri and I were afraid we'd be the only people we knew there, and also because the twins haven't changed their trademark under-the-breath sarcasm one bit. The four of us had a fabulous time drinking dirty martinis and making wry remarks all night.
Then it was your usual wedding fare. The first dance...
...the family toasts...
...the dancing...
... and the usual rounds the couple must make to every table and barely talk to anyone. I felt like I was trying to get a picture of a celebrity. But really, weren't they always the Brangelina of Channel 8?
We did get to talk to them a little bit before the meal (which was delicious!!) and get our goofy pictures in.
Being a half Jewish wedding, they performed the traditional.... something dance, where everyone spins around in a circle holding hands. There was not, however, any Jackie-on-a-chair shenanigans (to our disappointment).
When it came time to catch the bouquet, Kerri and I begrudgingly went out to the dance floor. I remarked upon the fact that I've caught the bouquet at three weddings in the last few years, and look how far it's gotten me. Kerri reminded me that we were only up there to show the men that we were single. Jackie threw the bouquet, and it landed square between Kerri's and my feet. We just kind of looked down at it, looked at each other, and looked at it again. A full five seconds passed before some other chick dove for it like a maniac and then cheered for herself like she'd actually caught it. Kerri and I just laughed.
Then, of course, the whole garter thing. Jeff somehow behaved himself.
The men were a little more restrained.
Here they are, the "catchers" of the night. I hope they're very happy together.
One thing I will say about catching the bouquet, however, is that you automatically get to dance with a guy. After two or three hours at the reception and not one person asking either of us to dance, Kerri and I just took matters into our own hands. This may be why, after the reception, we were talking to the one guy I thought was cute and he asked us (after a full ten minutes of conversation), whether Kerri and I were (hand gesture) "together." I'm still slapping my forehead over that one.
As the reception wore down, Kerri and I started chatting with both Jackie and Jeff's respective younger brothers, both of whom work (or have worked) at Channel 8. It sounds from them like absolutely nothing has changed over there, as we were all able to make the same jokes about the same people and everyone could relate. Here we are with Jackie's brother Scott (I think), who read a very sweet poem he had written as his speech.
And of course, us with Jeff. I know, I know, enough with the pictures of ourselves. But that's what you do at weddings. It was a fabulous time.
Ah, girliness. Ah, jennaness.
The next day Mom and I continued our search for bedroom dècor at Ikea. I was soon full of ideas.
Like this... I've always wanted one of these things. Yeah, I'm totally a four-year-old girl inside, so sue me.
I finally found one in the color I loved.
Oh Ikea. You're like Bed, Bath and Beyond on crack.
I think that Ikea in Chandler is roughly the size of Manhattan. Mom and I walked around there for like, four hours and fifteen miles. We were exhausted at the end of it and reached what my mom calls "The Ikea Wall," where at some point you reach your limit and MUST GET OUT as soon as possible. But then you have to go through the warehouse, and the line, etc etc and soon you find yourself twitching and sweating as you run out to your car.
On the way home, we did a quick nostalgia tour of Gilbert and passed through our old neighborhood, and old house where we lived during my early teen years.
And finally, Tommy took us ladies out to dinner that night, to Carraba's. Ain't they cute?
All in all, it was a lovely weekend, and between shopping with my mom, hanging with Grandma, seeing the "Sex and the City" movie, and going to a wedding, my chick-ness quotient is full.
love,
*jenna*
Saturday began with one of my favorite home-y activities: making blueberry pancakes.
I'm not sure how Tom got that shot - it must have involved a ladder. Look at these beauties! Perfect! That's how my mama taught me.
Tom contributed by making likewise perfect eggs.
It was warm out, but not inordinately hot, so we had breakfast out on the new patio.
Yum!
Mom and I then spent the day shopping (without buying) for my new apartment, just to get some ideas. She's the best at this sort of thing - she has a very honed aesthetic. I'm thinking I'm going to go with a Morroccan theme for my room.
I filled my memory card with dozens of photos of things I must remember to maybe buy.
Afterward we got some Coldstone ice cream, courtesy of a gift card my mom got for retirement.
Again, yum. She dropped me off at my grandma's house, where I spent a good while filling G-ma in on all the new developments of my current life. Kerri picked me up from there, and we had a grand old time making dinner together, dressing up (accidentally matching) and going to see the "Sex and the City" movie, and making breakfast and shopping for wedding gifts the next day. Unfortunately, none of it can be properly blogged because I left my camera at Grandma's house.
Thus, we now join our regularly scheduled weekend with a lot of driving around and some Paradise Bakery.
Kerri and I realized that we're both aching for a road trip. She concluded that driving from Peoria to Gilbert is road trip enough. If we ever take one together, I'm sure it would involve a lot of moments like this, when we found that Kerri can't eat and drive simultaneously.
So then it was time for the wedding. We had spent so much time shopping that we had barely 20 minutes to get ready at my parents' house (which was about 15 minutes from the country club we were going to). But, no worries. We're fast gussiers.
At the cocktail hour before the ceremony, we spent most of our time perusing the name cards...
And posing in the ladies' room.
But soon enough it was time for the big moment. We were herded outside and seated in the 4pm sun, which was lovely for pictures but bad for the boys in black suits.
Jeff looked very nervous. We'd never seen him this fidgety. He actually began to tear up as he saw Jackie coming down the aisle - something we will NEVER let him forget.
But what groom wouldn't, with this bride coming toward you?
Twenty minutes and 105 degrees later, the happy couple had exchanged a number of vows, both Catholic and Jewish in nature, and finally the priest said, "I now pronounce you man and wife." Jeff went to kiss Jackie, but she started hitting him on the chest and saying, "No, no, not yet!" I think she really wanted to hear him say, "You may kiss the bride." Then they got to kissin'.
Afterward, Kerri and I hung around with our old Channel 8 friends, twins Trina and Alethea, while the bridal party did their photo thang.
It was great to see the girls, mostly because Kerri and I were afraid we'd be the only people we knew there, and also because the twins haven't changed their trademark under-the-breath sarcasm one bit. The four of us had a fabulous time drinking dirty martinis and making wry remarks all night.
Then it was your usual wedding fare. The first dance...
...the family toasts...
...the dancing...
... and the usual rounds the couple must make to every table and barely talk to anyone. I felt like I was trying to get a picture of a celebrity. But really, weren't they always the Brangelina of Channel 8?
We did get to talk to them a little bit before the meal (which was delicious!!) and get our goofy pictures in.
Being a half Jewish wedding, they performed the traditional.... something dance, where everyone spins around in a circle holding hands. There was not, however, any Jackie-on-a-chair shenanigans (to our disappointment).
When it came time to catch the bouquet, Kerri and I begrudgingly went out to the dance floor. I remarked upon the fact that I've caught the bouquet at three weddings in the last few years, and look how far it's gotten me. Kerri reminded me that we were only up there to show the men that we were single. Jackie threw the bouquet, and it landed square between Kerri's and my feet. We just kind of looked down at it, looked at each other, and looked at it again. A full five seconds passed before some other chick dove for it like a maniac and then cheered for herself like she'd actually caught it. Kerri and I just laughed.
Then, of course, the whole garter thing. Jeff somehow behaved himself.
The men were a little more restrained.
Here they are, the "catchers" of the night. I hope they're very happy together.
One thing I will say about catching the bouquet, however, is that you automatically get to dance with a guy. After two or three hours at the reception and not one person asking either of us to dance, Kerri and I just took matters into our own hands. This may be why, after the reception, we were talking to the one guy I thought was cute and he asked us (after a full ten minutes of conversation), whether Kerri and I were (hand gesture) "together." I'm still slapping my forehead over that one.
As the reception wore down, Kerri and I started chatting with both Jackie and Jeff's respective younger brothers, both of whom work (or have worked) at Channel 8. It sounds from them like absolutely nothing has changed over there, as we were all able to make the same jokes about the same people and everyone could relate. Here we are with Jackie's brother Scott (I think), who read a very sweet poem he had written as his speech.
And of course, us with Jeff. I know, I know, enough with the pictures of ourselves. But that's what you do at weddings. It was a fabulous time.
Ah, girliness. Ah, jennaness.
The next day Mom and I continued our search for bedroom dècor at Ikea. I was soon full of ideas.
Like this... I've always wanted one of these things. Yeah, I'm totally a four-year-old girl inside, so sue me.
I finally found one in the color I loved.
Oh Ikea. You're like Bed, Bath and Beyond on crack.
I think that Ikea in Chandler is roughly the size of Manhattan. Mom and I walked around there for like, four hours and fifteen miles. We were exhausted at the end of it and reached what my mom calls "The Ikea Wall," where at some point you reach your limit and MUST GET OUT as soon as possible. But then you have to go through the warehouse, and the line, etc etc and soon you find yourself twitching and sweating as you run out to your car.
On the way home, we did a quick nostalgia tour of Gilbert and passed through our old neighborhood, and old house where we lived during my early teen years.
And finally, Tommy took us ladies out to dinner that night, to Carraba's. Ain't they cute?
All in all, it was a lovely weekend, and between shopping with my mom, hanging with Grandma, seeing the "Sex and the City" movie, and going to a wedding, my chick-ness quotient is full.
love,
*jenna*
posted by jenna at 12:16 PM
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weekend with the daughter...delicious. Now it's on to the islands!!
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