Tales from a wedding

I was down in Ohio this weekend at my friend M's wedding.  I met M during my first three semesters at college when I attended a super tiny, suuuuper conservative Catholic school.  Even though there was much drama and transferring, we've all stayed in some contact so I was looking forward to going down and seeing people and celebrating the day with her.

It cracks me up to no end that I'm the 'bad' one in that circle.  I was at (a different) M's wedding a few years ago and was talking to E&J and said something along the lines of 'Hi, I'm Stephanie, not sure if you remember me from the dorm' and the response was a very pointed 'oh, yes, we still talk about you'.  Teehee.  Note: I am pretty much the opposite of 'bad' by normal spectrums of thinking so the odds that I'm a complete sociopath for cackling with glee at my infamous legacy are slim.

At the reception, I was talking with the bride, my old roommate and our friend R and he asked the bride - so, how does it feel?  And M responds that she doesn't feel that different yet and she's just having fun and she's sure that it will sink in later.

With every fiber of my being, all I wanted to do was respond with - that's what she said.

I managed to refrain but perhaps my reputation isn't *entirely* unwarranted.

Comments

[Nikki]

Oh you're such a rebel, Steph! You with your tattoos and having lived with a man you weren't married to! *gasp* (This reminds me of my cousin's wedding I think 5 years ago. She married the ministers son. They don't drink so it was a dry wedding. His dad IN THE CEREMONY thanked her for "waiting" for his son. I almost choked & another cousin & I looked at each other like "he did NOT say that, right?" This was the same cousin who snuck in the flask. Which the bride still doesn't know about. So I may be a rebel too)

[Stephanie Bakle]

LOL well Steph, I taught you well :)...I am the black sheep of my family...