(Mrs) Honorable Samantha Grace

It all started with a mad dash across state lines with panicked calls for directions
flying past church windows only to miss my instructions
jokes with a genteel priest
hugs and greetings
scribbled greeting cards written in a parking lot
polish homecooked meals in a strip mall
crabtree and evelyn gifts
talkative blonde little girls
new faces and small talk over cake
frantic searches for last minute spa trips
plum colored nails painted by russian (european?) women
sugar scrubs on the body
a knock on the door from the quiet groom
an exclusive view of the reception hall
a pensive ride to the church...with traffic jams and oil spills
a bossy florist
some tears
a vocalist that seemed to come straight out of Steel Magnolias
the book of Jeremiah
a stop at the liquor store on the way to an open bar
two meat buffett
pretentious friends
a hottie boi grrl photographer
a note slipped in her bag
a cheesy DJ
a dance to raunchy Christina Aguilera
funny parents
instant kareoke
sore feet
a couple fucking loudly in the room next to mine
a meet up with an ex
good coffee that wasn't from Starbucks
a safe drive home

all because The Honorable Samantha Grace got married this weekend.