Dear Lucy,
This is for you.
Your wedding was lovely and you were beautiful, as always, except more so, if possible.
Mr. Hawthorne and I love you.
We always have..
We wish many, many years of happiness for you and Robert.
Sincerely,
A & M
This is for you.
Your wedding was lovely and you were beautiful, as always, except more so, if possible.
Mr. Hawthorne and I love you.
We always have..
We wish many, many years of happiness for you and Robert.
Sincerely,
A & M
Mr. Hawthorne and I arrived at the 6 PM wedding at 5:59 PM.
Early for Mr. H.
And remember, I had gone out to the truck earlier to turn on the AC due to 103-degree weather and all the smoke.
As soon as I opened the door, I caught the smell.
Alcohol.
Not good.
Mr. H. had left a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and a Chardonnay (Nathanson Creek - Both nice wines and at a good price.) in his car and the red had exploded. Two-thirds of the bottle had pooled into his leather seats. The wine was in the backseat and I found the popped cork in the front. The cork on the white was halfway out.
Can you just imagine if one of us had been driving the car and the cork flew out?
I suggested taking my truck because of the odor that couldn't even be cleaned up sufficiently nor fe-breezed out.
Oh, and Daughter Hawthorne, remember when I mentioned what Aunt SandyLoo said about "seeing all the flavors" and you retorted with "Of course. I can smell colors. " Then you stuck your nose up in the air, sniffing mightily and haughtily, and announced, " And this smells like burnt sienna." Well, my question is, "Can you color the smells?
And what color would Daddy's wine-tainted truck be?
Oh, goodness.
I've rambled and digressed.
And I really shouldn't be talking about alcohol and everything.
So, let's just go back to the above picture.
The ol' man and me get to the church at the very last minute, literally.
So, lucky for us, we're in the very last pew.
To my pew across are all of Robert's Marine homies.
If you click on the pic to enlarge and check out the Marine at the end,
notice he's holding a plastic container.
These guys were passing down one drink container, filled with a colored fluid,
each taking a few sips.
Look at these guys.
Collars up to their chins.
Jackets. Leather. Swords.
I never saw the first one sweat.
Even at the reception.
Where it was HOT.
And that's my beautiful Daughter Hawthorne in the middle.
And Lucy, may I just say, you did a great job with the bridesmaids' dresses.
I think a lot of brides pick out butt fugly dresses so as to put the focus on them (the brides),
like where the hell is the focus going to be anyway?
You, dear, exude confidence and goodness.
You let them wear pretty dresses.
You knew you were da bomb!
And ... Heeeeerrrrres the handoff.
GodSpeed, Lucy and Robert.
Mr. Hawthorne preferred this crop.
Sometimes he sees things I don't.
And verse vica.
You can look at this picture and know exactly what's going on:
There's the wonderful GROOMed (Sorry, my bad.) Marine soon-to-be husband.
The Daddy in the middle.
The bittersweet moment, when DaddyLucy, who, right now, is probably thinking of the day and the moment when Little Lucy was born, and is now being jerked into the HERE and NOW.
And the exquisitely beautiful bride.
Lucy, you showed such courage, confidence, and poise.
I applaud you.
GodSpeed, Lucy and Robert.
Mr. Hawthorne preferred this crop.
Sometimes he sees things I don't.
And verse vica.
You can look at this picture and know exactly what's going on:
There's the wonderful GROOMed (Sorry, my bad.) Marine soon-to-be husband.
The Daddy in the middle.
The bittersweet moment, when DaddyLucy, who, right now, is probably thinking of the day and the moment when Little Lucy was born, and is now being jerked into the HERE and NOW.
And the exquisitely beautiful bride.
Lucy, you showed such courage, confidence, and poise.
I applaud you.
That's Mr. Hawthorne at the end in the pink.
He's not scared to show his femine side.
Bravo, DH.
(OH, and DH is not for Dear Husband. Use your imagination.)
He's not scared to show his femine side.
Bravo, DH.
(OH, and DH is not for Dear Husband. Use your imagination.)
Daddy Lucy, upon arriving at the reception site, awaiting the arrival of Lucy and Robert, and probably thinking, "Geeze Loouuiiisssse. WTF is this gonna cost me after it's all over?"
Finally they're here.
I heard the limo had neither AC nor radio.
Bummer.
Lucy, you were positively RADIANT!
The wedding party enters.
Man, these chicks know how to make an entrance.
BeautifulBrideLucy and Mr. Hawthorne.
Daughter Hawthorne gave him that shit and tie.
Heh. I meant to say that shirt and tie, but I missed a letter.
Oh, and check out Lucy's lovely gown she changed into.
I think she said it was $38.
Good going, Luce.
You still look like a million.
Oh, God.
I love a two-fisted-beer-drinkin'-bride-bitch!
I love a two-fisted-beer-drinkin'-bride-bitch!
Here's Daughter Hawthorne, Sam, and some random drunk woman who doesn't look fat at all in person, but this picture just sucks eggs and other things.
That's not skin and body in front of her.
It's SHIRT hanging down.
I promise.
I have no idea who she was, but I do know she was a lovely person.
This picture REALLY SUX.
Hey Ann,
ReplyDeleteLucy and I just saw all of your pictures and they are great. You did a great job and we were so glad you and Mike came. We have a beautiful pic of you Mike and Lane and i would love to give it to you or scan it for you! Anyhoo thanks for bloggin the wedding....your comments are hilarious.
love you,
martha and loo
Beautiful bride, beautiful wedding, and I loved the bridesmaid's dresses, too. The red is stunning. Your daughter is gorgeous. I hope that "random drunk woman" didn't pester her too much! One thing puzzles me, tho: what's the deal with the two dresses for the bride? Her wedding gown was so beautiful, it seems a shame to wear something else for the reception. It's not a criticism, I am just curious.
ReplyDeleteyou should write a book...so much talent
ReplyDeletenotmuchofacook -
ReplyDeleteThat gown was heavy and the train was wayyyyy to gorgeous to be wearing around Wanchese North Carolina. I dont know if you're familiar with Wanchese... it's all marsh and mosquito capital of the world. And it was about 100 degrees there. The dress she put on at the reception for sure aided in breathing and maneuvering thru that hot sticky crowded party. I agree though - the wedding gown was stunning. :)