wedding chaos

Femme drag, I swear. I don't even have the gown on yet. Or the lipstick.

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Survived. I think my blisters have blisters, and at least one of sister-and-new-husband's books that were serving as centerpieces has liquid damage because somebody spilled a thing on their table, and sister decided at the reception hall that she was changing out of the gown at the hall instead of at the hotel and (once out of the gown) discovered she had her shirt from this morning but not her pants. But it was otherwise beautiful and perfect.

And a total circus.

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I feel like I should have feminist commentary on the wedding and the reception—like, there was one point at which I really wanted to sit one of the girl kids down with a plate of cookies and some hugs, and also sit one of the boy kids down and patiently explain (because he wasn't listening so well the first couple times I said it) that when a girl says "stop" and/or appears not to be having fun anymore, he needs to stop what he is doing that she is not enjoying—

But I am le TIRED.

(I will however observe that lots of the crowd thought the boy in question was the most adorable thing, even though the girl in question was clearly in some distress. I hope she did get cookies and hugs from someone. I was too busy trying to corral him so he'd leave her be.)