Well, so this happened.

The best damn wedding in the Hudson Valley. Donuts were eaten, karaoke was sung, the party was thoroughly, thoroughly partied. My dress was pink and puffy, and I felt like a hipster Scarlett O'Hara descending the winding staircase at the venue, holding my billowing skirts out of my way so I wouldn't pitch face-first onto the floor and ruin all that hard work on my makeup. We walked in to "Love and Happiness" and walked out to "Signed, Sealed Delivered" and it was the biggest blast I've ever had in my life. Too bad I only get to do it once.