Except this bulldozer was a wedding party bulldozer with a veil on its roof, cocktails on the dashboard, bridesmaids dresses hanging off the blade, rented suits off the exhaust pipe, foot-killing shoes hooked on the steering wheel, bridal shower tea sandwiches on the cab's floor,the bride's stunning, 15-pound custom-design wedding gown is in the driver's seat (and is actually driving the bulldozer).
It has been fun. Our bride was super chill... until the night before the wedding when someone forgot to bring her bag of photo booth props to the venue. At that point, we saw a glimmer in her eye. A glimmer of poison-tipped, serrated edge daggers. But she quickly shoved the look back into her eyeballs after her beyond-trustworthy Maid of Honor/sister promised to get the bag to the venue.
Of course, where family is involved we also had our share of drama. Please don't ask me how a pair of earrings snowballed into the most ridiculous argument.
To make a long story short:
all the bridesmaids survived those shoes I mentioned in a previous entry - no sprained ankles or broken toes
the ceremony was solemn and heartfelt
the bride's plan to have guests blow bubbles outside the church came to fruition
it was sunny SUNNY?!!?!?!?!*%!!
the cocktail hour was fabulous, no glass was empty at any point, which also meant there were a lot of buzzed guests which...
made for a happy reception filled with toasting, glass-clinking, lots of family love and new-family love, bride-and-groom kissing, dancing, photo booth shenanigans, empty dinner plates, more dancing, more filled glasses.
And finally, a drunken, midnight wedding party trip to Chinatown for fried rice, noodles, shrimp, and fortune cookies.
Oy, if you spot the wedding-gown-driven bulldozer in your neighborhood, kindly let us know.
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