Tattoos and wedding makeup

I’m not sure how I have already landed at the Saturday morning of this week…I meant to write this Monday and then Tuesday and then Wednesday, and then all of a sudden it’s Saturday morning, and I’ve yet to write a single thing this week.

Hannah got married last weekend, despite my many warnings about marriage and all the things you have to do to keep it successful (I suggested not getting cats, although her new husband desperately wants to start raising chickens, and I’m already seeing some marital disputes in their future about that…).

She was the sparkliest, most glam and beautiful bride. I didn’t take nearly enough pictures of her, but check out this makeup process she went through (and P.S. I am NOT a bad friend for posting this, because after my wedding, she posted a picture to my Facebook with my hair teased straight up and my face not smiling and not looking as great as you like to remember yourself looking on your wedding day, so no words about this):

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At first I was thinking it was a brilliant idea to sit and watch a professional do her makeup, so that maybe I could learn the correct way to do makeup, but after about the first 30 seconds, I had already given up any hope that I’d ever have the patience with my face to put all that stuff on it. It turned out totally perfect on Hanny though.

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What? I like to kiss the bride just as much as the next person.

I’m also slightly obsessed with Hannah’s nephew Miller, who belongs to one of my fellow bridesmaids, Chelsea. I especially liked that Chelsea trained Miller to take selfies from a very young age.

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I enjoyed screaming “It’s Miller Time!” every time I got to hold him.

I should also show you Chelsea, the master baby selfie trainer.

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Chelsea was a champ bridesmaid, because she had to take her dress off (Chelsea, is this TMI? I don’t know anymore) to feed Miller about 97 times before the wedding, which made me thankful my cats were at home and that they eat out of bowls and not body parts.

She also spent a lot of the pre-wedding trying to get him to take a nap, but he was not having that, so about 10 minutes into the reception, this happened…

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What a babe. And Miller is cute, too.

It was such a great party, but I am getting a little tired of these weddings that force my friends to move to a different state after they’re over. However, I did get to reunite with Rachel, who you might remember from various running posts like…this one

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I liked that my eyes were closed in this one, because people never use these types of pictures for anything, and I think it’s unfair to these little gems.

And Hannah’s and my old roommate, Ashley, also showed up for a smashing good time.

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Eyes open in that one. Score.

Ashley and Casey got this very creative photo snapped of someone taking a picture of someone taking a picture of my mom taking a picture…sounds confusing, but looks like this:

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The night ended in sparklers and goodbyes (those suck), and I wish I could relive the night over and over again. Especially, because I convinced the DJ to play Wrecking Ball (by telling him it’s what the bride wanted) and we all belted it at the top of our lungs, which reminded me of when I got to sing it at karaoke, and it was just a highlight of my life. Chase, the groom, wasn’t really THAT pleased, because he said it’s a breakup song, but I’m just like, Chase, don’t think about it like that, ya know? Just think of it as great great great. I also taught an older gentleman how to do the Cha Cha Slide, which I thought was really generous of me, but then after he apologized for being better than me and showing off, so I’m not sure how to feel about him.

We ended the weekend by celebrating Casey’s birthday with a homemade breakfast by his mom. I was super impressed by the homemade beignets she made…I was also still eating them yesterday…

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Like Pioneer Woman status, am I right? Check out the end result:

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I could probably start a food blog if Kelly made all the food and I just wrote about it, don’t ya think?

We spent the whole day watching movies and playing games and obviously ended with dinner at Lupe’s. Casey turned 26, which seems a bit adult to me, but I’m still a young 25 and probably too immature to understand what turning 26 means, so I won’t even attempt it.

I feel lucky to have had the chance to celebrate two milestones with two people I love this weekend, and that’s a lil mushy, so I just stop this post here…

But before I stop, here is a picture of me learning how to have fun at a wedding (my mom’s):

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