This is the first picture in forever that Justin and I have taken together that doesn't show drool and dried crusty snot on our shoulders!!! It's been forever since we've had a nice photo.....on a side note....my sisters are reading this and probably wanting to punch the shit out me because they think that all Justin and I do is take pictures of ourselves and they are totally bitching that we have like a gagillion photos of us. Which is completely NOT true! We just think that pictures are so much better when we are in them!!!! Kidding....totally kinda kidding!!!
They had a signature drink that the bride made...it was spiked blueberry lavendar lemonade....yeah it was pretty f'in tasty!! I only had one of those for fear that I would not be coherent enough to be able to care for my daughter the next morning....so I switched to beer....much better when needing to care for an 8 month old the next day...much better! They had a band that was kinda swing/jazz/blues/you can't really dance to this shit unless you've taken lessons kind of music. They were really good but couldn't really bust a move out on the dance floor....I could have probably made an ass of myself had I had like 7 more beers but instead we just stood in the background and made fun of the aunts marching in place trying to pretend that they could actually dance to that kind of music. It was a whole lot of legs twists and jazz hands!!
And then there were the porta pottys....these weren't your ordinary porta pottys....these were some classy fuckin porta pottys. I was totally confused by them. Who knew that porta pottys had a flusher and actual soap and some running water that you had to pump with your foot?? Yeah I didn't know any of this....I thought the soap was hand sanitizer as did my Stacy. So naturally we were using this soap as hand sanitizer.
It was a fun night with lots of laughs and I was grateful that Justin and I got to go out. The funny thing was though that by the end of the night the conversations turned into poop stories, birth stories and the fact that my husband compared my episiotomy to sorta kinda like "gutting deer".....yeah...he had too many and there was a possibility that I may have slapped the shit out of him....hey, it wasn't father's day yet!