You guys!! Remember that time Posh got married a few weeks ago? I don't, because I was drunk for most of it! But I have cobbled together some memories based on photos from my camera and Facebook status updates. And a couple of bruises. They certainly tell a story.
So, Posh and Henri got married! They did it!! They decided to hold their wedding at a gorgeous area of the Texas Hill Country that doubles as a summer camp. Which means we all got to stay in cabins and sneak out and french kiss boys!! Just like real camp! Except not because I never actually went to summer camp. But I imagine that's how it goes.
When we arrived on Friday afternoon, we were greeted with our official camp tshirts, designed by our own Alix!
Camp Pizza forever!! It's Camp Pizza, see, cause "Pizza" is a portmanteau of Posh and Henri's last names. But also because they just really like pizza.
Friday night wasn't just about celebrating Posh and Henri, though. It was also the FIRST TIME that all five FYAers (plus Alix and Lee) were in one place at the same time. HISTORY WAS MADE, Y'ALL. Here's a photo of all of us minus Posh, who was probably, like, telling her family how happy she was that they were there (so selfish!).
l to r: Jenny, Megan, Alix, Erin, Meghan, Lee
Obvs the very presence of all of us in one place caused the world to explode with joy and decaying livers, and we had a great time getting drunk and exclaiming over Megan's wedding gift, a painting of Posh and Henri painted by the awesomely talented Anna Marie (whose dryly sarcastic suggestions you'll usually hear in the background of Cooking TragicLee videos.)
And then . . . then it was time for karaoke. Probably the less said about the FYA contribution to karaoke, the better. Alix and I did serve as Pips for Lee's rendition of "Midnight Train to Georgia," which started off strong and devolved into half-hearted "whoo-whoos" seven minutes later. That song is LONG AS SHIZZ, y'all.
Still, some people brought their A game. Here's my cabinmate, Josh Duty*, doing a little Beastie Boys in honor of MCA:
*not actually Josh Duty. There was a HILARIOUS inside joke here before the server ate my post! Now you cannot see a picture of me and my twin, Kristen Bell**!
** not that Kristen Bell
Everyone was having a great time, aided by the damn-delicious fajitas and free-flowing beer and wine, and you could feel the love in the air. Here are my pals Erik and Jill - Erik did a reading from John Green's The Fault in Our Stars at the wedding. You could tell where all the FYAers were sitting because of the audible sniffs during said reading.
Near the end of the evening, I walked Lee back to her cabin, an adventure that was fraught with peril, due to the fact that it was pitch black outside and neither of us could remember how to get to the cabins. Then Lee fell. What I thought was just some bad scrapes and bruises turned out to be a broken collarbone!!! Which Lee didn't figure out until the week after, because Lee's one of those crazy people who doesn't feel pain. I want to make a TLC special about this girl, y'all. (You can read all about Lee's injury, resulting surgery AND see x-rays at her and Anna Marie's blog.)
Meghan and I wrapped up the end of the evening at the bonfire, where we mostly spent more time drinking alcohol and making sarcastic statements about everything under the sun.
The next morning dawned very early and very bright. I don't remember giving permission to nature to bring sunrise any earlier than noon, but alas, I was up with the sun. Well, I was moaning and sort of half hanging off my bunk with the sun. I was HUNGOVER, y'all. But that's okay. Because after some advil and some water and a first breakfast of coffee and fruit (plus play time with a doggy!) it was time for BRUNCH! LAKESIDE BRUNCH.
You can see that I wasn't the only person feeling a little rough:
l to r: Lenore, George (of TVD fame), Jenny, Lee. Check out Lee's right shoulder. Her collarbone's broken. We don't know it.
l to r: Lee, Megan and Alix.
Thank GOD there were mimosas. And bacon. After about an hour of drinking nature's miracle of Vitamin C and champers, we felt good enough to get in the lake. Oh, the lake:
It doesn't look treacherous, does it? Oh, but it is. Besides the snakes (shudder), there were tons of awesome lake adventures, like a zip line, a Blob (that striped thing in the background) and an awesome inflatable slide. Megan and I started off by ziplining, which was SO AWESOME. Man, I want to make ziplining a daily adventure in my life! SO FUN!
After a few hours of hanging out in the lake, my boyfriend Pete (who you may remember teaching you how to make a proper cuppa during our Downton Abbey Ladynerd series) and I decided we needed to play on the big inflatable slide.
That turned out to be a mistake. Well, let me rephrase. I was awesome at it. I climbed up that slippery thing like a monkey and had a great time going down the slide. Then Pete tried it . . . and his shoulder dislocated when he hit the water. And it wouldn't pop back in, despite his best efforts. So there we are, stuck in the far end of the lake, needing to get back to the beach. Oh, that was fun.
So we spent the afternoon at the Emergency Room, so I don't know what happened after that! I heard that Meghan finally surfaced from her hangover and that my other friend twisted his ankle in the woods. Oh, Camp Pizza. You're so dangerous!
We got back just in time for the ceremony, which was as beautiful and lovely and touching as you can imagine. Posh and Henri had planned for everyone to have a champagne toast right after they were announced as husband and wife, so there were champagne bottles located at the ends of the rows. Hilariously, the bottles warmed up during the ceremony, so every so often, one of the corks would pop. It was actually great; every five minutes or so there'd be a big pop and then a soft thunk as the cork fell down (and man, those things popped high). If champagne was a person, I like to think they were so excited about Posh and Henri that they couldn't help themselves from exploding.
And then they were married!! And we popped the (remaining unopened) bottles and drank champagne for our real friends and I dried my tears with a big smile on my face. Yay! I LOVE WEDDINGS!
And then? Then it was time to PARTY.
Look! Here is Lenore and her husband Daniel! Hi guys!
Pete's sling was the fashion accessory of the night. I think I'm going to make him wear it to our wedding next year. (I'm still not entirely sure he didn't purposely dislocate his shoulder to get out of dancing, though.)
Look!! Here's the gorgeous bride! DOESN'T SHE LOOK LIKE A CONFECTION, Y'ALL??? She's like a crazy cross between Tami Taylor and Dolly Parton which is THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENT I COULD EVER PAY TO ANYONE.
Our favorite Badasser, and Maid of Honor extraordinaire, Meredith, gave a great speech. On the other hand, her husband Matt (seated next to her) lost his voice and had to communicate through his phone. "Dance is my voice," he iPhone Notes-deadpanned to me.
Oh, look!! It's pretty ladies named Meg(h)an!! Pretty ladies, let's dance!
This guy? Super excited and happy to be married to Posh.
Even with all the injuries (we also had a sprained elbow, a best man with a dozen spider bites on his arm, and various other minor scrapes and bruises), this wedding was the highlight of the year. It's always great to see two people pledge to make a life together . . . it's beyond special when it's two people as awesome as Posh and Henri. Viva Camp Pizza!