Tabby and JP's Big Fancy Night

My fancy Thursday night was followed by an even fancier weekend going to see JP Palmer and his blushing bride's nuptials.

The wedding was in Spartanburg, SC and when we arrived at the Marriott hotel, please imagine my surprise when I yelled out in the parking garage for Tommy to please look at a car.

I'm not a car person. I don't care for them so much except that they get me from point A to point B. I have, in fact, driven a car for the last year with the Check Engine light on because I just don't care that much - it still works. So please, when the words, "Hey Tommy! Lookit that car!" came out of my mouth, I really was puzzled.

it was a lamborghini! i'd never seen one in real life. do you think i can follow my '01 jetta with the year-old check engine light up with a lamborghini?

the hotel also had a quasi-smithsonian of miss SC stuff there. i thought it was cool!

look! they're on the agenda and everything! yea! it's official!!!

My BFF, Jenny was broken-hearted she couldn't make it to the wedding, so I did a brave thing.... I faced being caught behaving badly. I status updated the entire wedding to her (and to all my FB and Twitter followers) what was happening. At the risk of being caught being a rude. Fortunately, no one was the wiser. I did NOT post or tweet during any prayers, FYI - hopefully, I'm still in good with the man upstairs. A lady DOES have her limits, after all. My intentions, I assure you, were noble.

the boys, pre-nup, having beers in the parking lot. some things never change....

the official mr. and mrs. palmer photo! yea! thanks for the invite ya'll!!

mr. smith and i enjoy the evening!

The reception was off the hizzook. In fact, we got crashed!

i'm sorry, you're friends of the bride or the groom? huh? please note: she matched her leopard dress with leopard shoes. a lady always matches her hem to her shoes.

tommy designed the party favors! they are beer coozies, but ames hussar gives hers a whirl as a wine coozie. it works.

poor tabby's bustle breaks (please note: i have never been to a wedding where the bride bustled her dress and it DID NOT BREAK. word to the wise: do NOT do it. you don't need the hassle. oddly enough, at 23, i had the foresight to request nothing drag past my ankles on my wedding day.) anyway, i was frantically asked for a safety pin - and yea! i had one! it was holding my dress shut, but I gave it away happily. all of the saturday night inhabitants of the spartanburg marriott knows what one inch of my nude strapless bra looks like now though. i'm so ashamed. (no. on the other hand, i'mnotsomuch.)

um, i thought this was adorable. all ladies know you never get pictures taken with any sort of drink in your hand. i don't care if it's water.

their a-stinkin' dorable cuppy cake

mr. smith, amanda pickney, and erin. blowing bubbles!

brandon parks, rockin' kicks at the reception!

seth lends me his championship ring

but then i punch him when he asks if he can ask out my friend

lila, blowing bubbles! i think this is the first, and official, documentation of us hanging outside of a baby/wedding shower. yea, lila! we should totes hang more often.

the night was ku-razy.

Howevs. When we got to the hotel at 3 PM Saturday afternoon, Mr. Smith and I noticed our toilet was broke. We ignored it (word to the wise: DON'T) so when I went to bed at one AM Sunday morning and left Mr. Smith at the hotel bar, I was shocked, STUNNED, even FLABBERGASTED to realize my toilet, had once again, broken. I was already rocking monkey PJs but I called the front desk and asked they fix my toilet. They could not. They moved me, monkey PJs and all, to a new room.

monkey PJs and a top knot. i do not lie. i was most embarrassed. so embarrassed i share this picture with you all.

It really was funny though - when we got to the hotel on Saturday, we kept mocking our view:

we paid extra for the excavation scene

And when we woke up Sunday:

rock garden. how picturesque. that better not be on the bill.

Lastly, lastly - I went to lunch today with two other lovely ladies. Whilst at lunch with the ladies, a man came up and offered one of us a drink. The offer of declination was nearly half out of our mouthes ("we must return to work, but we thank you kindly"), when I realized the offer was neither for me nor my sister-in-law, the always adorable Kim Venable.

The drink was offered, instead, to:

ha ha, mama and auntie megan! i'm totes cuter than ya'll! yes, it's true. lucy venable was offered, and received, her first drink from a man.

I got no argument with the cute factor. Hands down, she wins. (P and S, it was a straw-ba-rary smoothie)

Love to you all!