Blogger was being a bit of a pain, and I wasn't feeling up to the battle last night, so I'll finish posting about the weekend now. Saturday night was the big event, and I was looking forward to wearing 8.91 again (That's another story all of its own, but that's the name of my formal gown). The online invitation said that formal wear like tuxes and gowns was welcomed and encouraged. Well, I was overdressed for the rest of the clientele, but I FOLLOW DIRECTIONS, DARNIT! And, I looked really good, so who cares what everyone else was wearing, right? Now, I had convinced my friend Tom (my "+ guest" for the evening) to wear his tux. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable since no one else had the guts to follow the directions, but he and I looked great together, so again... who cares? Plus, since Jeff was part of the wedding party, he was all spiffed up in his tux, so I just stayed close to him after Tom left (I released him from his duties after dinner and 1 dance... I just did NOT want to sit by myself during the wedding or at dinner). Here are some pictures of Duane, Jeff, and me before the wedding.
The wedding was in the Stephen Sondheim Center for the Performing Arts, and it was beautiful. I'd never seen a wedding on stage before, and it was quite a production, with a whole "set" done in reds and blacks. The reception was in the convention side of the Fairfield Arts and Convention Center, and it was stunning. This picture is a little blurry, but you can get the idea.
There were so many candles! We had a delicious meal, and then the dancing started under the red lanterns and lights hung from this 11 foot high creation built by the bride's father just for the occasion. It was a great night. Jeff sounded awesome with our friend Emily who had flown in from her school in Idaho just for the wedding. It was a beautiful night.
Before we left, we went on stage and had our pictures taken on the "set." I'm so glad Jeff and Duane came down. It was an awesome weekend, and it was even worth being sick for in the end. I know I should have rested Saturday, but I wouldn't have missed time with Jeff and Duane for anything.
For Jeff's take on the weekend (his is much more detailed, but I don't feel good, people... take what you can get) and for different pictures (including a pretty funny one involving my cleavage), see his snarky librarian blog.