Sunday morning I kind of slept in - screwing with my nocturnal schedule has its consequences - but in the late morning I was up and ready to visit Powell's Books - the largest bookstore in the world, and Voodoo Doughnut
- arguably the most famous eatery in Portland. Or, the most famous to me, anyway, since it's invariably featured in any Food Channel special about Portland, or doughnuts.
I got dressed, carefully plotted out the addresses, and boldly headed out to explore the city in my quest for friend dough.
And within four blocks, I was limping, whimpering softly to myself with each step.
It was weird - when I got up my feet felt completely fine - unusually good, actually, considering how much walking and standing I'd done the day before. I attributed that to the gel inserts I'd put into my aged Doc Martens, but maybe they did more harm than good, because within a couple of minutes of walking, the arch of my left foot started to ache. Another minute later, it started to hurt. A minute past that, the pain was all-encompassing, and I was hobbling along, completely uninterested in books or world-famous doughnuts. I turned back for the hotel, had some over-priced spaghetti in the hotel restaurant, then went upstairs to rest my foot.
As soon as I stopped walking, it felt fine. Even standing felt fine. But walking around was out of the question. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon reading in my room.
But then, in the late afternoon, it was wedding guest time!
Actually, here I hesitate to go into a lot of details, because theinimitable_l
has Flocked her post, and I overheard her say during the pub crawl that she wasn't completely thrilled with putting all the details up on the open internet. But here are the general highlights:
The ceremony was completely awesome; secular, humanist, and maintaining a sense of tradition, but free of any dated cliches. theinimitable_l
and her husband exchanged beautiful original vows that were funny, touching, and wonderfully personal. I loved that theinimitable_l
was walked down the aisle by her father but not
"given away," and I teared up a little when the groom teared up a little. Oh, and theinimitable_l
looked like a modern-day princess in the elegant dress she designed herself.
The reception was equally awesome, starting with a nice little cocktail hour while the photographer worked with the wedding party. I had a delicious lemon drop from the bar, and sampled some of the delicious hors d'oeuvres that the waiters were circulating - and now that I think about it, that might have been the first time I've done that. There was no seating plan, which was a great idea as people settled in with their friends (although I was now excessively glad that I'd taken the extra day to attend the pub crawl). I ended up sitting with some of theinimitable_l
's extended family, which included teenage twin girls so shy they flatly refused to make eye-contact or talk to anybody - theinimitable_l
included, when she came over to visit the table. I briefly considered gently sympathizing with their discomfort, and trying to engage them in conversation anyway, but decided not to force the issue.
The toasts were awesome, stochasticgirl
's Maid of Honor speech was especially touching. Dinner was great - although I'd expected no less with theinimitable_l
's taste and standards - and the beautifully decorated wedding cake was delicious, too. And I don't even like cake!
I did remember to bring my camera, but so many other people were taking flash pictures that at times it looked like the bride and groom were walking a red carpet event. I didn't want to add to the horde of photographers, lest all the flashes blind the bridal couple and/or take them out of living in the moment. I don't blame all the proud friends and family for wanting to take pictures, of course, but it didn't feel right to add to the photographing frenzy, and especially not while a professional photographer was trying to work, too.
As fun as the night was, I didn't go on to the after-party; even though I only had three or four "units" of alcohol over five hours, I still was feeling kinda hung-over by the end of the night. Instead, I headed back to the hotel, where I discovered as soon I walked in that all
of my make-up brushes had fallen off the very
narrow vanity shelf onto the floor behind the toilet.
I said a couple of very bad words.
Since I know too much about hotel housekeeping, I spent the next hour carefully shampooing, rinsing, re-rinsing, and drying my brushes. I consoled myself that it was something I needed to do anyway; I often use a disinfecting spray on my brushes, but hadn't given them a full immersion rinsing. I'll try to do that more often, though, because a shocking
amount of color came out of my eye-shadow and powder brushes.
Last but not least, I promised my mom (and you guys
) some pictures of my dress, which I took at the end
of the night with the timer on my camera. The weird lighting can be attributed to an off-screen full-length mirror on the left side of the frame, which bounced the flash a bit. The colors in my skirt got a bit washed-out in the photo. In reality, they are a bright pink-coral and teal. Click to embiggen, if you so desire.
(I learned the "cupcake pose" from Toddlers and Tiaras
(My shrug that I ended up wearing most of the night, because it was a bit chilly in the ballroom.)
Unfortunately, I forgot to pose with the handbag I inherited which just happened to match the dress astonishingly well
. I did some more swearing once I took the dress off and realized I hadn't included it.
And then - I went to bed!