The fellow Interrobangs surprised The Rocket Scientist and me by chipping in to rent a GORGEOUS room* in the nicest hotel in Boulder. We got ready in style! Honestly, the place was so swanky we should have named it “Hilary.”
*complete with a fake goldfish
Before we went to the hotel, Chelsie, Sarah and I stopped by a florist to get flowers for the ceremony. No appointment, no reserved flowers, just three girls grabbing daisies. While I got ready, my awesome unofficial bridesmaids* made bouquets for everyone.
*They were unofficial bridesmaids because they didn’t have to do anything other than show up. No wearing matching dresses, no organizing engagement/bridal/bachelorette showers/parties, just the girls I love most in the world being with me.
You can’t tell, but I’m wearing my bustier and crinoline with a flannel shirt. Other hotel guests were out on the neighboring balconies, and apparently I gave them quite a show.
I’ve since learned that most people have pre-ceremony schedules to keep everyone on track and on time. We just winged it.
As a result, I ended up with about 45 minutes to get ready, there was an incident with exploding eye shadow on several dresses (including mine) and we were almost an hour late. But since it wasn’t what you would call a traditional ceremony (more on that next time), no one really minded (except for everyone waiting in the hotel lobby for us, but what were they going to do, get married without me?).
In the end, we all scrubbed up quite nicely.
And my favorite picture of the afternoon: me adjusting my strapless bra.
Up next: a mountain ceremony.