Not Me! Monday... it's a good one.

Oh, do I have a doozy for you all...

Remember when MckMama posted recently about authenticity and blogging?

Well, I try to be an authentic blogger. I try to tell it like it is and not sugar-coat things. But, I must admit... my brain went through the thought process of how I could avoid posting this little gem on my blog. That's how bad it is. That's how embarrassed I am over the whole thing.

So without further adieu...

Tyler and I did not have two out-of-town weddings to attend in the span of 8 days. In between these two weddings, we did not have a major holiday to deal with, nor did our youngest daughter have (completely and utterly minor) surgery. My plate was not full.

We did not originally have all of our ducks in a row by reserving a hotel room for two nights for the KC wedding- the night prior and the night of. I did not decide that it would be a brilliant idea to cancel the first night's reservation in order to save a little money, considering we only had a 3 hour drive in order to get there.

After making this decision, Tyler and I did not decide that it was a great idea to go out with friends Friday night to a late-ish movie. We did not get home past midnight, all the while knowing we still had to pack and iron clothes and all that fun stuff. We did not get to bed very, very late.

You may think you see where this is heading, but just hang on...

Saturday morning, we did not get up bright and early to ensure that we had plenty of time to get everything done that we needed to. I did not wake up an extra 45 minutes early to allow myself time for a Diet Coke and a quick blog post.

I did not ask Tyler to locate the wedding invitation and ask him to make sure we had all the pertinent information in hand.

I did not take my time showering, blow drying and straightening my hair, getting dressed, and applying my make-up. We did not spend 30 minutes giving each of the girls one million kisses each before we left them in the hands of my capable parents.

I did not even steal off to my computer for a quick facebook update- We're off to KC for the wedding!

I did not feel cool, calm, and collected as we got into the car and I glanced at the clock... it was barely 11:30- we would get there by 2:30, latest... with an hour to spare...

I did not fish the invitation out of my camera bag to start punching addresses into the GPS. I did not begin to skim the invitation for addresses, only to have my heart LITERALLY skip a beat...

OK, I enough with the did not's...

As I skim the invitation, I read Cocktails served at 3 o'clock...

Wait a minute.

I frantically plow forward to the larger invitation, where I read something along the lines of Ceremony will commence at one o'clock in the afternoon at...

Vomit.

Um, this CANNOT Be happening. The wedding is supposed to be at 3:30 pm. I know it is. We are facing a 3 hour drive, and the wedding starts in one.point.five hours. What?

Oh, wait... the wedding we went to last weekend in Dallas began at 3:30 pm. This wedding begins at 1:00 pm. Right. Check.

NOT.

Of course, Tyler and I have no one to blame but ourselves. We are the ones who deemed it unnecessary to... oh, I don't know, CHECK THE INVITATION the day prior. When I asked Tyler why he didn't notice this earlier in the morning when he located the invitation, he just started laughing.

His response- it had too many words.

I kid you not.

He was too lazy to read the written-out words, so he threw it in the bag so that I could read it later.

Of course, I assured him that the wedding was at 3:30 pm. What can I say?

Needless to say, I am quite mortified at the entire turn of events. At this point, I am questioning whether we should even go. (Isn't it, like, super tacky to show up to a reception after skipping out on the ceremony??) Tyler assured me that we should still go, so we had a painful, rather quiet 3-hour drive.

I insisted on driving by the church, even though I knew we would be too late. As we pulled up, we saw the last member of the wedding party loading up onto the party bus. Literally.

So, we turned around in the direction of the hotel. We checked in, watched a bit of football in our room, and headed down to the cocktail party. I'm trying to convince myself that maybe Cory & Jami hadn't noticed. It's a busy day for them, after all. There were about 150 people at the wedding...

After we took our seats, Cory, Jami, and the entire wedding party make their grand entrance. They do their dances and all of that fun stuff. Before long, Cory comes sauntering over to our table.

"What time did you get here," he asks.

Gulp. "I don't want to talk about it," I reply.

He gives me a sideways glance. "Because, I know I didn't see you earlier at the church."

Are you freaking kidding me right now? "Yeah, I don't really want to talk about it right now," I say.

"Fair enough," says Cory, giving me a little wink.

Fast forward a couple of hours into open bar time...

Tyler and I are standing outside the banquet room in the bar area. I see a giant figure approaching me. It's Cory, and I have to spill the beans...

"So, I can't wait to see the pictures from the ceremony," I say (HAHA, tongue-in-cheek)...

I tell him everything that happened, and he just smiles and shakes his head. He assures us that he is not angry, but I feel SOOOO badly!

We really enjoyed the time that we were at the wedding. I left my camera up in the room for a long time, but towards the end of the evening, I just couldn't resist grabbing it to capture a few memories. It's like a sickness, I tell you...

The atmosphere:





Self portrait:



My bud and I- he even stooped down to my level:



The newlyweds. Jami was gorgeous:



Dancin', dancin', DANCIN'!



...And they lived happily ever after...



Oh, and I really am quite excited to see pictures from the ceremony!

So, what about you? What did you not do this week? Hop on over to MckMama's blog carnival and see what everyone else has not been up to!