Allyse's Reception

Holy crud! I haven't posted since the end of July. I suck at this.

Here's life now:

Allyse is married. Hooray! People kept coming up to me at the reception to offer their condolences that she beat me at getting married. Apparently it's significant that my younger sister married six weeks before I did. Good to know.

My mom's family met Josh. Josh met my mom's family. Despite the comically dramatic differences in height, I think they all are a little more comfortable with each other. That's good. Don't my aunts look just like my mom, Josh? They all laugh the same too. We call them the three witches.

I got a lame blister on the back of my foot for wearing heels for the lame two hours of the reception. Lame. But the shoes were gorgeous, so it was a labor of love. Or a beauty is pain thing. I forget which cliche I'm trying to relate here.

The people that showed up for the reception opened my eyes to the scope of the number of people we're gonna need to invite to our own reception. Not that I don't want to invite simply everyone, mind, but I thought it would be presumptuous to send invitations to vague family friends or people I haven't seen since I was ten. Apparently it's rude not to. I forgot just how many family friends we knew in old wards that would fully expect us to invite them to our humble reception. So we may have to make some more invitations, darn it.

Chocolate fountains are DELICIOUS! I was against them because of how messy they are (reference note here to Heather's reception), but as I was poison-checking all the food, I couldn't believe how awesomely awesome molten chocolate is. How could I have forgotten the awesomely awesome awesomeness of liquid gold? Must rethink reception food...

So basically the whole night was busy and crowded and lovely. I'm so happy Allyse and Richard could have such a nice reception. And I learned a lot about the junk I'm supposed to have planned. This is yet another reason why I don't want a reception. (Ironically I'm having two. Why, God?) Planning is dumb and expensive and stressful.

Thank heavens for sisters who like crafts and stuff. I'll just sit back and let them plan the reception of their dreams.