It Doesn't Get More "Ladies Night" Than This

1. Wedding dress fitting at Deborah Linquist's studio in NoHo.
2. Sushi dinner out.
3. Sex and the City II at the Arclight.

That's wassup tonight for me and my lay-deez, Lex & Titfield. I for one am very excited.  Not only do I get to finally try on my wedding dress, and see it for the first time, but I get to go watch a totally and ridiculously awesome display of fun, fashion, and whimsy on the big screen shortly thereafter. I don't care if Sex and the City II ends up being worst movie I have ever seen. I will be on such a girlie high, that I won't even notice how stupid Carrie looks riding a camel, or how many awful "camel toe" puns the writers made Samantha say. Nope. I will not care one bit if the movie blows.  I say, let the summer movie shitfest begin, people!

But back to the dress... Admittedly, I am a tad nervous about seeing my wedding dress for the first time. I barely remember what it looks like... And the thought of modeling it for the first time in front of people, makes me go, "Oh, no! What if it's terrible and they have to lie and say it looks good?!?!" I honestly don't think that will happen because 1. Deborah Lindquist makes stunning clothes and 2. Lex and Titfield aren't really the "judge the way your best friend looks" kind of gals.

But that got me thinking... have you guys ever been to a dress fitting where the bride didn't like her gown--or--the friends attending the fitting didn't like it? You know who I'm talking about... like the overly opinionated assholes featured on Say Yes to the Dress...

DIY Boutonnieres. Done. Made. BAM.

HolyfuckingshitIcan'tbelieveit.  I was *this* close to scrapping the DIY bouts all together and just buying them already made from Etsy.  But then I was like, NO. I said from the beginning that I was going to make these fuckers with my bare-ass hands, and this was no time to abandon the DIY ship.

As a result, I have spent the last two nights holed up in my apartment with a glue gun and a prayer, trying desperately to make these things look at the very least presentable. It took a lot of man hours, lots of trial and error, and way too many glue gun burns, but dammit, they are DONE. And they look beautiful. I am so fucking proud of myself I could shit tears. And! The bouquets match them perfectly too, so ACES.  Materials: glue gun, fake roses, paint, velvet ribbon, dried flowers, lace, flower tape, and wire.

I made this shit, yo!

 

 

 

 

Our DIY Wedding To Do List: 2 Months Out

Or, "This is the part when all the little things start to add up." Here's what still needs to be done in the next two months... Deep breath, B. Here we go:

• Renew Mike's passport for honeymoon
• Finish DIY bouquets
• Finish DIY bouts
• Finish last touches on DIY decor
• Buy white lights
• Make sure we will have enough lighting for the garden during the dance party
• Make beer/wine bottle chandeliers
• Purchase lights for the lanterns
• Purchase an assload of candles
• Hire some kind of videographer
• Hire bartenders
• Get Mike a new pair of black pants for wedding & a belt
• Order Mike's wedding band
• Purchase more tequila for shots
• Purchase more shot glasses
• Make special secret wedding video to show at reception
• Find out how we are going to hang white lights
• Choose and order bridal head piece
• Finalize registry items
• Make sure set-up for the electric guitar works for ceremony
• Pick up wedding gown from Deborah Lindquist. Make sure everything fits right.
• Book hair, nail, and spa appointments
• Make or purchase the bride and groom 'pimp cups'
• Write the script for the ceremony
• Write vows and choose readings
• Once ceremony script is completed, send to officiant
• Decide the reception schedule (first dances, food, cocktails, etc)
• Finalize ALL song choices (wedding party entrance into reception, etc)
• Trim songs where needed
• Load the iPod
• Make sure wedding party has their attire
• Make sure parents have their attire
• Get wedding dress pressed and dry cleaned (if needed)
• Make the ceremony programs
• Order cases of champagne
• Order kegs
• Choose bride jewelry
• Purchase/order table linens and runners (for cocktail tables and banquet tables)
• Concoct the mixed drink that will be served during the ceremony
• Purchase and make the Ceremony Booze
• Hair & Make-up trial
• Prepare liver for intense drinking at Bachfest 2010
• Buy jackass costumes for Bachfest 2010
• Attend Bachfest 2010 in Las Vegas
• Order pies
• Meet with venue & DOC to finalize schedule & logistics
• Build a gradual tan (Nothing nuts. Just a lil color)
• Get marriage license
• Make signs for guest table, dessert table, etc
• Make Hitchfest 2010 Welcome sign
• Decide on some kind of guest book
• Email invitations to rehearsal dinner
• Make sure everyone has rsvp'd
• Final gown fitting if needed
•  Meet with officiant to go over script
• Get Mike a haircut & beard trim
• Get our ceremonious matching tattoos
• Send the final headcount to caterer
• Play prank on guests by calling off wedding
• Make sure homebrew and mead will make it to LA from Phoenix...may need to enlist help from AZ wedding party people for possible transport
• Design dessert table and snap a pic of it for easy set-up
• Snap pics of centerpiece designs for easy set-up
• DANCE NAKED

What am I forgetting? There has to be something... Thanks my lucky balls that Mike is on summer break from teaching a whole month before the wedding, or else I don't know how we would get all this stuff done...

A Veil For Your Ass

What the fuck?

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"Comfortable Heels" is an Oxymoron.

Here's a topic many women can relate to: Dancing in Heels. So here's some straight shoe talk from everyone's favorite ballsy bridesmaid, Titfield Thunderbolt!

I love shoes. Don't we all? And for me personally, there's nothing like slipping on a pair of heels and feeling the all-that-is-woman power. But let's be honest, how many shoes actually exist that are cute AND comfortable (for women)? And how many cute shoes are actually GOOD for your feet? I have a hard time believing when a lady tells me "Oh these are comfortable heels!" No. Nothing that forces you to balance the entire weight of your body on a steep incline and a spike is comfortable. Nothing. Unless you have found blessed, miracle heels from comfort island, it's not scientifically possible.

And as I get older, I find myself sacrificing the cuteness of a shoe for good old fashion foot comfort. But as my footwear is getting less cute, my feet and body are getting happier.

But the Bowie wedding is a special occasion, and special occasions call for cute shoes. It's practically a law. I figure the ceremony is the perfect time to wear a pair of fabulous shoes. I get to show them off, be appreciated, endure any foot discomfort for only about hour and then trade them in for for some dancing kicks.  But the dance floor is the biggest challenge for me. I need something that is going to sustain maximum comfort for AT LEAST four hours of rocking my body right. So what do I wear? Do I forgoe any kind of cuteness and slap on my Asics that I play softball in? Or will I be able to compromise and find a shoe out there that will be semi-stylish AND built for a Bowie dance party in the USA?


How many of you are bringing an extra pair of shoes to change into post ceremony? Have you found the ultimate pair that will sustain both the ceremony and the reception? Are any of you going barefoot? If you went out dancing right now, what would be your shoe of choice?

Our 80's Glam Wedding Invitations Are Here!

I am pissing myself with excitement because now that the wedding invitations are printed and in my possession, it means that this thing is finally fucking happening! Woohooooo!  Finding the right company to work with on your invites is crucial--especially if you are considering doing a custom design.  Here was our criteria for our wedding invitations:

1. We wanted to give our business to a small, but super-talented company on the brink of greatness.
2. We wanted the invitations themselves to be one page. 
3. We wanted them to be informal. 
4. We wanted them to exude "badass."
5. We wanted to custom design them.
6. And we wanted them to be a representation of what our guests would be "getting themselves into" should they attend.

And thanks to my pal Twitter, I didn't need to search very far for a talent that could provide us with the goods. Here's how it all went down. One day, I found myself tweeting with this uber rad chick named Maureen from Bon Moment! - a small stationary company that specializes in badass designs and amazing customer service.  Since tweeting with her--not about business or anything--just silly tweets for fun, I had checked out her portfolio on Etsy and was immediately drawn to the quirkiness of Bon Moment!'s work.  I mean, they have a robot-themed invitation suite, people! ROBOT-THEMED. I already loved Maureen, and after seeing her work, and speaking with her about doing a custom designed invitation, we pretty much knew we found our perfect match. So we got to chattin', and worked together on a design that would be as rockin' and as wild as our wedding itself. So we immediately jumped to Bowie 80's glam theme (surprise, surprise. hehe). Then I threw out the idea of doing a concert poster. And that idea snowballed into pure awesomeness. Awesomeness that I have been waiting to show you for way too long! So without further ado... Our Wedding Invitations!

I came up with the wording... hoping to keep it as close to the concert poster theme as possible. Here's a close-up shot:

I can't believe I actually told our guests that pants were not permitted.  I hope they don't take that too literally... or do I????

And because the 80s Glam Invites turned out so awesome, Maureen went ahead and made a whole matching invitation suite to go with it!  Check it out:

I am so beyond touched that our Bowie-inspired invitation design spawned a whole suite of 80s Glamified Rockstar awesomeness.  So now you can have your own 80s glam invitations too! I mean, how cool is that? Bon Moment! offers a wide range of stationary services... holiday cards, menu cards, thank you cards, DIY wedding invite templates, custom design, color choice, etc, etc. Just go there and check out their work. I promise you will be impressed. I mean, their company motto is this, "we create wedding invitation suites that befit a couple that dances to the beat of their own drum." Can I get a HELL YES?  So, my thanks to Maureen and Bon Moment! for being such amazing folk to work with. We couldn't have asked for a more fulfilling vendor experience.  So if you want creative, think-outside-the-box, fairly priced wedding invitations, then I urge all of you to work with Bon Moment!

Too Much Titty

I know I have been very absent from this blog and somewhat angry with the wedding world these past two weeks, but all you need to know is this: Bowie's back, fuckers. 

So I'm just gonna bust right into my favorite topic: TITS. I have had a lifelong love affair with my boobs.  I have always been proud of their size, shape, and general buoyancy.  No matter what shape my overall body has been at any given time, I have always known that my boobs would be my confidence boosters.  Ass feeling too big in them jeans, Britt? Then just strap on a low-cut top and show some tit! I'll be the first to admit that showing cleavage was an easy, happy solution for a gal who's wanted to steer the attention away from her thighs ever since short shorts got super popular in the 7th grade. So naturally, I would want to highlight my rockin cleavage in some form or another during my wedding weekend (you know you all want your boobs to look good in your wedding dress so don't even start to judge a bitch).  So I ended up buying a rehearsal dinner dress that needs boobs to be able to wear it... and I also bought a wedding dress that was meant to be worn by a busty gal...

But, as I have grown into my adult body, especially in the last year, I have shed some poundage... like 20 pounds of poundage.  In turn, my wedding dress is 3 sizes too big, I have had to buy all new clothes, wear skimpier bathing suits, and walk around the house naked a lot more. I know... boo-hoo on you, you skinny bitch. But I'm speakin the true here. And the true is this: when your body loses weight, your boobs lose weight too.  So those 36D bras I had been happily flaunting since high school, sadly did not fit me anymore.  And that was a big blow to my boob-ego.  So then I was faced with having to buy a *GASP* smaller bra.  So I begrudgingly walked into Victoria's Secret, and was practically hit in the face with this thing:

The Too-Much-Titty Miraculous™ Push-up Bra

The Victoria's Secret Miraculous™ push-up bra is not for the faint of heart, kids. So try this puppy on with caution. It adds TWO cup sizes. TWO. CUP. SIZES. So I was like YO. Imma try this shiz on NOW.  And try it on I did...  and here was my initial reaction: "FUCK YES! MY BOOBS ARE STILL HOT!" So I bought the bra faster than Mike would pop a boner seeing me in it.  I was silently rejoicing on my car-ride home from the mall. I had just defied nature with a heavily padded bra and I couldn't have been more excited.

...And then I wore it out in public. And holy balls I shit you not, have never felt more UNCOMFORTABLE in my life... and it wasn't because the bra pinched or was too tight or whathaveyou. No it certainly fit... it was just.too.much. My tits were practically in my ears! The only part of my boobs that was actually (semi)housed in the bra, were my nips. And ishityounot, there was barely any room for those!  So crap. The solution to keep my bust busty had failed miserably. And I returned my Too-Much-Titty bra and exchanged it for a more sensible one... a bra that fit at least half my boob in the actual cup. And since my boobs will no longer fit the wedding dress I initially bought 10 months ago... I have opted to sell it and exchange it for a more average-sized-funbags friendly gown from Deborah Lindquist. (It is a custom gown I have yet to see, but I promise to show you all once I have it!)

Have you guys tried this bra on?  Do you like it?  And are there any daring brides out there who will wear it with their wedding dress?

Pissed off? Tired of all this wedding bullshit? Play this!

Idon'tfuckingcareIdon'tfuckingcareIdon'tfuckingcareanymoreIdon'tfuckingcareIdon'tfuckingcare--I DON'T FUCK-ING CARE ANYMOOOOOOOORE!!!!!!!!!

Who feels better?!

My Surprise Revealed: A Different Kind of Bridal Shower...

I told my wedding party Team Zissou, that I didn’t want a bridal shower.  Truly, honestly did not want one.  And like the good little boys and girls they are, they thankfully did NOT throw me a bridal shower. Instead... two of my hot-as-balls bridesmaids, Lex & Titfield, kidnapped me this past Saturday morning and took me on an adventure... a little adventure they aptly titled: “Britt's celebration of everything going on in her life since she got engaged Shower.”  When they told me that's what the day was all about, I was so touched. Like, gonna shed a tear, touched. And I didn't even know what they had planned yet! So we were literally driving up the 405 freeway and I had NO idea where the hell we were headed. Based on the CLUES they had given me the week leading up to the surprise, I thought for sure we were going to Disneyland (Lex can get us in for free at any time 'cause she's the shit). But the surprise certainly was not Disneyland...

My first wine tasting EVER!

By the time we turned onto the 101 North going toward Ventura/Santa Barbara it took me a solid 20 minutes to figure out the surprise... and all of a sudden I shouted, "Are we going wine tasting?!?!?" And they screamed, "Yes!" and I screamed "Oh-my-balls!" and they yelled "Yes!" and I was like, "I'm so fucking excited!!!" And off we went!  In the five years I have lived in Southern California, I had never been wine tasting.  Which is shocking because I'm such a wine whore.  (Yes, I would literally fuck for wine if it came to that).  Knowing my girls, I pretty much figured there was going to be something "crazy" added to the mix of tasting wine.  And I was very right.  When we arrived at the first tasting at Gainey, the ladies told me that after every tasting, we were going to do an America's Next Top Model-style photoshoot with a strange prop... And I was like, THAT'S AWESOME! Seriously, how rad are my friends? Photoshoot #1: The Bear-Cat Necklace

I literally told Alexis to go straddle that barrel.

Team Bear-Cat in Full Effect

Next stop was Buttonwood Winery, where I told out wine pourer how much I loved the fact that I could say "butt" and "wood" in the same word. She was thankfully amused. Then I asked our other pourer if considered himself to be a "red-head" or a "ginger." And he was also thankfully amused. So A+ for Buttonwood for having awesome wine, and employing pourers with a sense of humor. Also at Buttonwood, we ran into a Bachelorette Party, so I clearly had to get a picture with the bride to be (they were TONS of fun):

By the look on her face, you can tell she thought I was a tad nuts. But she embraced it.

We decided we needed to drink more, so we said eff the Buttonwood photoshoot, and headed straight to Firestone winery.... where we drank an entire bottle of wine and I proceeded to do this:

I was bombed by 3:00 PM.

Then I was informed there was one more surprise... so we hopped in the car and headed into the middle of nowhere. Then all of a sudden we came upon a gated entrance to somewhere magical... we had arrived at NEVERLAND RANCH, bitches.  And we were going to do the ultimate ANTM Photoshoot... MJ style. With a clown wig. And some fingerless pleather gloves. Check it:

Love you, MJ!

Lex is triple-propping it.

I was like, "Hurry take the picture before a security guard shoots me!"

Titfield pays our respects to MJ with a message... BUT she nearly didn't finish it because the security guard told her they'd fine her $1200! Then she proceeded to say, "Well, I only have $1150, so we better get going."

Everyone else was doing it!

After we left Neverland Ranch, we headed to Solvang for pastry, coffee, and a photoshoot with Hans Christian Anderson.

By this point, Titfield was wasted, I was pretty much hungover, and Lex was probably tired of driving our drunk asses around wine country, so we decided to head back to LA for some animal-style fries, and some Betty White on SNL.  I couldn't have asked for a more amazing day. It was filled with laughs, booze, silly pictures, and moments we will remember for the rest of our days. So Lex, Titfield... thank you from the bottom of my heart for doing this for me. I am truly touched and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect "bridal shower." I love you, ladies!

Wedding Depression

I've had a very emotional week. Filled with wedding ups (a really, really awesome UP in particular that I promise to share once I'm feeling less melancholy).  But I've also experienced some wedding downs. And it's times like these when I wish I was an anonymous blogger. Because I need to vent.  But I won't. I'll just write this really cryptic post because it's the only thing that's making me feel better right now.

THE END.

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A Surprise Wedding-Related Adventure... for me!

Lex, Titfield, B-Swizzle. Gettin' KRUNK.

My HOMEGURLS Lex & Titfield are surprising me with a wedding-related adventure tomorrow. I don't know what it is for sure... but they've been sending me clues for the past week. I LOVE surprises, and never ever get surprises, so this is extra exciting for me. Here are the clues... maybe you guys can help me figure it out!

CLUE #1

Dear Britt Super Stardust Extravaganza McRobot,
For our cow tipping adventure this Saturday, please wear moderate layers but we would also suggest bringing along Mike's 80s neon ski parka.
Love,
Alexis Extra Virign Olive Oil McNugget & Katelin Sexy Geisha Gagalicious McLovin

CLUE #2

Prepare yourself for the faintest aroma of stale cotton candy and faces that will never grow old.
Smooches,
Titfield & Future Wife

CLUE #3

We know you're getting married, but be prepared, you just might run into a bachelor. Literally. Be ready to go at 9 AM on Saturday morning. 

Smooches,
K & A

CLUE #4

You just may end up as Tyra Bank's muse for the next Horses by the Sea-inspired calendar.

Love,
Nigel Barker & Miss J

What in Ball's name could this adventure be???????? All will be revealed for Monday's blog post... complete with Tyra-style Calendar Photoshoot (I think?) HA! 

A Wedding Band With Moving Gears

An awesome reader recently sent me a link to a website that makes a really rad wedidng band. The company is Kinekt. And the only ring they make as of now is The Gear Ring... a ring they describe as being "complex enough to play with, yet simple enough to wear.” Sounds pretty intriguing for a wedding band, dontcha think? Check out this video on how the ring "works" ...and "moves"... yes, I said MOVES:



Pretty cool, huh?

This is what happens to me at weddings....

...I cry my fuckin eyes out.

Happens.Every.Time.

 

 

And this time I was approaching the dreaded "ugly cry."  Hopefully the guests behind me could hear the ceremony over my sniffling.

Do you cry at weddings?

"Wedding Night Sex" Poll Results Are In!

I blog for The Broke-Ass Bride every week, and yesterday we had our readers take a little poll about WEDDING NIGHT SEX. We got a ton of votes, so I thought I would share the results with you, and perhaps get a little discussion going. I was actually very surprised by the results. Apparently we've got a lot of horny readers. (AWESOME).

 Wedding Night Sex:

Absolutely did/will take place. No matter what. 63.24% (172 votes)

I was/will be too drunk. 2.57% (7 votes)

I was/will be too tired to even stand up. 14.34% (39 votes)

Maybe yes, maybe no. Not sure. 18.38% (50 votes)

What is sex? 1.47% (4 votes) 

Well? Reactions?

P.S. I was especially proud of the 4 jokesters who voted "What is sex?" Y'all are my peeps. 

Read Our Love Stories & Wed-Planning Jouneys From the Beginning

I first came across the blogging world after I googled "Los Angeles wedding venues."  I was very interested in The Bungalow Club as a potential venue... and wanted to see pictures of a wedding done there... which ended up leading me to this rad-as-balls wedding blog: The Broke-Ass Bride.  The *instant* I read a post from Dana, I was in love. Hooked. And for once, I actually got excited about planning our own wedding. But I came late to the game.  Her wedding had already been planned and executed by the time I found her site. But that didn't matter. What drew me to Dana's amazing blog was her writing style, her honesty, and her think-outside-the-box mentality. But what I connected with the most was Hunter and Dana's amazing love story. I sat and read her blog from beginning to end in practically one sitting. I even read all her posts on Weddingbee as Mrs. Meatball... in the hopes that there was a post on there I hadn't read on her personal blog. (I know. Fangirl-alert). Reading their story just made me fall in love with being in love all over again. And just because I found her site after her wedding was over, that didn't stop me from starting at the very beginning of the blog.  You can learn SO MUCH about planning a wedding from reading a bride blogger or groom blogger's journey from the very beginning. Because *that* is what our blogs really are: big electronic journals documenting how we all fell in love, got engaged, and experienced the blissful insanity that is planning a wedding.

So, as a service to you all, I have compiled a list. A list of  links to "First posts" from my favorite must-read-if-you're-planning-a-wedding Blogs. Click on the link, and start reading from the beginning. And fall in love with planning your wedding the same way I did...

A Cupcake Wedding

A Los Angeles Love

The Broke-Ass Bride

Another Damn Wedding

A Bride's Brain

I Love You Much

Burning River Bride

Souris Marriage

Temple of Groom

Anna and the Ring

Oh, and here's MY FIRST POST... Just in case you want to go back and fall in love with our love story! And to all the bloggers listed above: Thank you. I couldn't have survived this journey without your support and inspiration. I love you all!

Best. Wedding Weekend. Ever. (I'm Still Hungover)

I just got back from one of the most fun weddings I've ever been to, and I am EXHAUSTED.  Here's a quick recap:

• Friday we landed in San Antonio and went straight to the bar. We proceeded to drink for the next 12 hours straight.  I was humping the bar trash can by 5 PM.
• That night, at the karaoke bar "Liquid Monkey," I sang 3 songs, and throughout the entire night the DJ referred to me as "SexyBritt." One word.
• During Sting's "Roxanne" we had all the girls in the bar taking drinks when we sang "Put on the red light," and had all the guys taking drinks when we sang "Roxanne." And if you've ever counted how many times "put on the red light" and "Roxanne" are said in that song... you'd know that everyone in the bar was ten times more loaded after the song ended than they were before it started. 

Heinekens were ONE DOLLAR a pop. That explains the triple-fisting.

• I was dancing so hard that I fell over. And immediately thereafter, the DJ stopped the music and said on the mic: "SexyBritt! Are you okay, SexyBritt?!" I got up, dusted my skirt off, said I was more than ok, and the DJ returned to pumping up the jams.
• The karaoke bar had plastic blow-up instruments for the patrons to "play." Let's just say I spent the better part of the night molesting an inflatable saxaphone. 
• We left the bar at closing time, and headed next door to McDonald's where we proceeded to order TWO 50 packs of chicken McNuggets. They all got eaten.  (But I resisted. And thanked myself in the morning).
• NEXT DAY. Saturday, 2 hours before the wedding, we played flip-cup at the hotel pool. Just for warm-up. 
• Cocktail hour started BEFORE the ceremony started.  So basically I was 4 glasses of wine deep before the bride and groom even said "I Do."
• I cried my eyes out during the ceremony. It was beautiful. Full of love. And the way they looked into each other's eyes when they said their vows made my heart do a little flutter dance. It was perfect. 

Precious!

• Then we moved inside for the reception and immediately got on a first-name basis with the bartender.
• We proceeded to get hammered beyond imagination. 
• We danced our balls off.

Gettin' LOW.

• My friend pointed at a total stranger on the dance floor and said "We are going to make out right now." And it happened. 
• My elbow was involved in chipping someone's tooth. But it was NOT my fault. I swear.
• I told the groom's aunt that she had a great rack, and she let me have a feel. It was awesome. 
• We convinced the bartender to do shots with us. Then we later learned that he got FIRED.  Not solely because of the group shots we took with him. No. It was because he was drinking Screwdrivers on the sly the whole night, and was as obliterated as we were. I asked for a gin and tonic and he poured me a glass of straight gin. So clearly he was over-pouring. And clearly he was way too drunk to function on the job. And the second he started arm wrestling Mike, our favorite drink-slinger was fired.  True story.

Us and the fired bartender.

• The reception ended at 11:00 PM, but the party didn't stop. We ended up at "Dick's Last Resort" where apparently they're supposed to be rude to you. Well. Our "waiter"said something totally derogatory to me and my philosophy is, if you're gonna dish it out, be prepared to get some sass back in return.  So I proceeded to tell him he was going to die of obesity in two years.  He was pretty caught off-guard.  
• Mike was sent home because he was too drunk. He fell on his face and got a nasty cut on his eyebrow that probably needs stitches...
• I smoked a Cuban for the first time and it was awesome.
• We continued to party back at the hotel. By the time I passed out, I was only wearing my bustier, a children's sized cowboy hat, and a man's blazer that barely covered my ass.
• Annnnnd we had to be at the airport the next morning by 9:00 AM. This is how we looked waiting for our taxi:

We didn't just "mess" with Texas. We FUCKED with Texas.

 So... I'd say the weekend was MORE than a success. And it got me HELLA EXCITED for the insanity that will ensue for our wedding... in 3 months!!!!