Time flies...

17 years ago today I woke up in the new apartment I had just started renting a few weeks before. LM (best buddy) was with me. She had been up for a couple days and graciously decided to share her cold with me (which came on the heels of a bad stomach bug that had left me pounds smaller). I was congested, but today was no day to let that change my plans. I took whatever drugs I could find, and then we met my Mom and rushed off to the hairdresser.

I let the stylist have control over my hair. It turned out a little big, but I thought it looked pretty good. My make-up was done, and then it was off to the church. We spent the next hour and a half in the Bridal Parlor, with other female attendants and relatives around. I drank a big bottle of Diet Coke to counteract the dryness in my throat from the congestion. I also hadn't slept much the night before, and thought the caffiene couldn't hurt.

The ceremony and church reception were over by around 5. It was all wonderful, and everyone seemed very happy for us. I think Hubby's family was relieved that his 34 years of bachelorhood were finally over! I was a child - fresh out of college - but thought I knew more than I really did and was ready to embark on the great adventure.

Everyone pelted us with birdseed as we ran to my grandparents' Lincoln Town Car. Dad was going to drive us around the block to Hubby's Mustang (the one he FINALLY agreed to sell this summer!). As we slid into the Town Car, the photographer motioned for us to turn and face the back window for one last picture. When I saw the picture later, I thought my smile looked rather strained. Hubby and I turned around in the seat, and I said, "I feel so sick." I sneezed, coughed, and thus our married life began.