Jro to Jho. Hell of a season.

A couple weekends ago some of the Fairfield girls witnessed our first friend take the plunge. J-Ro, as most of us know her, is in the know-how when it comes to throwing a legendary wedding-weekend blowout. Prior to the big festivities, however, there was some concern about J-Ro taking on the Scottish hubby's name. Could J-Ro be dropped all of a sudden for J-Ho (or Jen Hornby for the more mature)? Matters were quickly resolved. It can't be done... And there was much rejoicing.

The ceremony took place in the gardens of the Lincoln family estate in Arlington, VT with a surreal mountainous landscape on all sides. Lize, Noel and I faired well with our readings, improvising with delayed gestures and exaggerated winks to win over the audience. Needless to say, we were then familiar enough characters amongst the sea of J-Ro's relatives that we were able to skip the repetitive introductions. Whew. And onto the dance floor. Here's where things got a little hairy (and I'm not just referring to what the Scottish groomsmen had in store under their quilts for us). The electric slide was performed to a multitude of songs, why should it be constrained to only its self-title? the bride's mother and her friends did a lil diddy about liverwurst (naturally), the bar acquiesced to doing shooters one hour before closing, and Lize wound up with her feet off the ground for the last 30 minutes of the reception. Some chose to go to a lake house where the groomsmen were staying and others, namely me and Shannon, unintentionally called it an early night and crashed at the Cutleaf Motel, which after night one had inherited the nickname "the Cut-throat".

And when you think your body can't handle any more punishment.. you fall back on your go-to undergrad drink, vodka-180's. The following night the party picked up on cue but in J-Ro's frat-like basement (who's the dude with the pony?). While Noel was minding the bathroom floor, Jessie K and Mrs. Rochette were minding their pole dancing manners. Clearly I'm not one to stand by (even though it means clearing out the dance floor)..."I just want to DANCE".

A good time was had by all but in the end I'm thankful that I have time to prepare before wedding season truly strikes.

*** But before we depart, let us take a moment to wish Liana, my sista from anotha motha, a happy happy birfday!! May you wear Bird's # well.
It'd be a lie if I said I don't feel like dancing to celebrate with you but looks like we'll have to wait this one out. Cheers L-diggity!***