Saturday started off with my longest run since the beginning of May.
It took me 55 minutes, and I followed it up with some elliptical work for 15.
The only thing about this treadmill I'm no so crazy about is the blinding blueness of the display. I use my towel to protect my retinas from being scorched.
Saturday night I got to attend my first wedding in Atlanta! Weddings vary by region, and I was excited to check out the "tradition" here.
Me like cake.
M couldn't trade his trip like we thought he'd be able to (what's new), so the girls were on our own. I'm used to epic long sit-down dinners at NY weddings (cross your fingers that the bride and groom put a lot of thought into the seating chart), which made me hesitant about bringing the kiddo. The bride and groom insisted (they're airline peeps too and sympathetic to the plight). After struggling for a week to find a babysitter and still SOL, I was not one to argue.
The reception was at a nice country club. It was very pretty and the couple was too cute.
I felt like there were a bazillion pictures being taken all night. Apparently I didn't take that many though. Sorry, this is the best I got. I don't neglect cake.
I was surprised there were only hors d'oeuvers, drinks, and cake. Is that a standard southern reception? I don't think we could have lasted though a full meal anyway. Me and my little dancing queen had time to hit the dance floor, but still made it home early enough to prevent her inner tasmanian devil from emerging.
Yes ma'am, we had us a good time.
What's your vision of a "traditional wedding"?
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