I’ve attended many weddings in my lifetime. Some as the invitee and some as the invitee’s date. Many of my acquaintances have watched their nearest and dearest marry, but it was something I had yet to experience until this weekend. In many ways, it was a somewhat surreal experience. We had been to Nola for JL’s bachelorette party, but aside from the large amount of penis-phinalia and risqué lingerie gifts, it seemed much like our other girls’ trips.
Even upon arriving in Fulton, KY after a swift stop at the Nashville airport to pick up Ryan, reality still hadn’t fully set in. The bridal luncheon was a lovely affair with champagne, down-home southern cooking, and delicious cakes mixed with a game of catch up on how everyone’s travels had gone.
As we ventured to the rehearsal, it all began to feel somewhat real. We played nice with the wedding planners, practiced walking down the aisle, and posed nicely for photo ops. The rehearsal dinner at the newly designed Keg was a perfect mix of sentiment and comedy among the speeches with flowing wine and more southern comfort dishes. We finished out the night with an “after party” at the maison de Campbell where we all got a little wild.
Saturday morning came too early as we showered and headed to the beauty shop. Shape, Rattle, and Roll is something straight out of the movie Steel Magnolias. With four beauticians armed with curling irons, mounds of bobby pins, and endless bottles of hairspray, we spent the entire afternoon getting beautified. We dined on baby square chicken salad sandwiches, marinated asparagus, fresh fruit, mini éclairs, and bite sized brownies. We sipped on ice cold wine, bottle after bottle (just a little something to take the edge off, right JL?!)
After everyone had their hair and make-up geared up, we hurried to the church for photos. Within an hour or so, it was go time. Jennylynn looked stunning, a true southern beauty. Davis was grinning from ear to ear when he saw his bride walking down the aisle. The readings were fitting for the two, and the soloist was amazing. In true fashion, JL couldn’t even wait for the reverend to say “you may now kiss the bride.” She simply grabbed him by the neck with her two hands and leaned in. Classic.
As the two drove off in an old throwback automobile, we dashed to the reception with our shuttle driver blaring the latest techno and rap. The backyard was lit with beautiful candles and tea lights hung and strung every which way. The flowers were gorgeous and plentiful. We munched on chicken and steak skewers, sautéed veggies, warm crab casserole, and lots of yummy chocolate desserts. Linda (JL’s mom) surprised her with an armadillo cake as a tribute to the movie, red velvet and all. We consumed too much wine and champagne. We listened to our favorite Beale Street band and boogied on the dance floor until the wee hours of the night.
What a fabulous weekend with my best friends and our significant others!
Congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. Davis Bond!
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