I was cordially invited to my friend David's outdoor, afternoon wedding. It was better than I expected. The fall color scheme against the white resin folding chairs turned out well. The wedding party's attire was very nice. The bridesmaids each wore an entire different color. It all worked out well together. I wasn't expecting it to, but it did!
The emotional, yet classic ceremony was short, but it was nice. I did buy the Purple Bebe dress this morning afterall. I was absolutely sure of it. The white number was a bit Las Vegas showgirl'ish and I felt that white would be too much for me to wear. Afterall I wouldn't want to show up the bride!
My stylist put my hair in Chignon after seeing my dress. He thought that the neckline and the classic cut of the deep purple dress needed to be exposed. I didn't feel that my Tiffany earrings were good enough for the wedding. They were probably too much! So my stylist went with me to a boutique and he helped dress me. I've decided that I love having someone who knows fashion and is setting trends everyday helping me get dressed for such big events. I told him that he's going to be my own bitch and he's going to come work for me! It would never happen, but a girl can dream, can't she!!!
My handsome date, Michael looked very sharp in his H. Boss. He's got the arms of an Olympic God. The guy is not only handsome, he's super nice. He was complimenting me the entire night. You know me, I love that shit!!
As we were dancing he kept giving me soft butterfly kisses on my neck and I loved the feeling of him breathing on him. 'JUST BREATH'! After the Champagne toast, which I had 2 glasses before because I was meeting his family in a not so formal way...It isn't like we're dating, but I was still nervous. His father was just as charming and has the same dazzling blue eyes. He asked for a dance and of course I accepted. How could I possibly turn down his father?! He was a real gentlemen, didn't try to touch me in akward places....and knew how to lead! He dipped really well for a man his age!
Later as I was sitting on Michaels lap because I caught the stupid bouquet that I didn't even want to participate in, Michael caught the ever so trashy garter! The photographer insisted on a picture and just as he took the picture, Michael tickled me and my natural reaction was to bend over and the lousy photographer got a shot of me bending over exsposing my tomboyish boobs!!! Suprisingly the picture turned out nice, his brother Jason took the digital shot at the same time...I asked for a copy. I must admit, I don't think I have ever smiled so much in a long time.
The evening was great. I had a wonderful time. The dinner, the music, the wine, the entire wedding was great. I had fun.
And...I was shocked to learn that the bride never gave up the POOTIE! She was still a virgin! How nice, right?! What a real gift!
I had to call it a night earlier than expected because I have to judge a beauty pageant tommorrow.
Cinderella must sleep!
Muah!
