Oh! Be still my heart! He really is too good to me. Now, remember, I'm a sap...tender heart. Therefore, I could not stop crying! When I (finally) got all dressed and ready (he beat me by several minutes)...I walked out to join him. He looked at me and said, "look at you, you're a princess." Yes, I was...and he was my prince charming.
We kissed the kiddos goodbye and escaped! We first stopped by my parent's house. They were having a 1930's dinner party (got the idea from "a cup of jo"...see on my blog list). Although, we were not dressed the part, we wanted to stop by for hellos and cocktails - before making our dinner reservations. It was fun to see them all dressed in the proper attire...very cute! From there we headed to the Valley Ho, where we were to have dinner. When we arrived, they had some bubbly waiting for us. Isn't there something just so fun about champagne? Mr. C doesn't really care for it...but, we each finished about half a glass before moving on to a beautiful bottle of Duckhorn Merlot (our favorite).
After a wonderful meal (with impeccable service), we decided we really needed to visit the rooftop...take in the view. There was just one little problem. A private wedding reception was taking place up there. However, we were told they should be wrapping things up...we shouldn't have any problems. (Plus, Mr. C obtained the name of the wedding party...should we need it.!) So, we ventured up there. Walked right in. Paid for two beers. And, stood in the back..enjoying the ambiance. There were a few party stragglers still there...and they were having lots of fun! After about 10-15 minutes, Mr. C told me to watch the bride. He said, "they're going to tell us to leave". No way, I thought. Well, sure enough...an intoxicated attendee staggered over to us.
Drunk guy: Hey, you guys have a smoke?
Mr. C: Sorry, we don't smoke.
Drunk guy: So, who do you know here?
Mr. C: Nobody.
Drunk guy: Well then, get the f**k out of here!
Mr. C: Hey, this is our 5th anniversary. We just came up here to enjoy the view. We're not bothering anyone. You need to apologize.
Drunk guy: Dude, I'm sorry. She just told me to tell you guys to leave. (Tail goes between the legs at this point.)
Mr. C: We'll leave, but tell the bride our story...
Me: (because, I have to add my two cents!) She's going to have a long road ahead of her with that attitude!
Drunk guy: Dude, I know. My buddy just married her. I'm leaving for JFK tomorrow.
And with that...we left.
So, we are now, officially...wedding crashers! As we headed home, Mr. C could tell I was stewing about getting busted by the bride. He said, "it was her wedding". I know...but, I wouldn't have cared if two total strangers appeared at the tail end of our reception...right?
The night was wonderful. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better...he parked at a greenbelt near our house...and we danced beneath the lampposts...and sang to Jason Mraz. And my heart melted...
Once again, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with this man...
1 comment:
oh M what can i say! go mr. C!! you rock!!! VERY well written Mrs. C!!!! Isn't the valley ho the best?? we are going to a wedding there this weekend! You should totally crash again!! love the dress and accesories. you know i heart that mr. mraz too!!!!!
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