I bought a dress and completely changed it.
We had a marathon final week of engagement.
I giggled my way through our rehearsal.
Mr LikesIt got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.
The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield.
The girls got gorgeous.
We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.
The girls got dressed in one suite and meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel, Mr LikesIt and his groomsmen had arrived. Whereas my suite was relatively subdued, Mr LikesIt and the guys turned the morning into a raging dance party. No wonder he spent so much time the week before making a playlist.
Now, from my understanding, it doesn't take much to put on a tuxedo, so Mr LikesIt and his friends had ample time to partake in some liquid courage and goof off. Both things are highly developed skills in this set of friends.
So they got dressed.
And then the goofing off commenced. As you can see, the aviators we bought for all of them were a big hit.
Just like at my end of the hall, the morning flew by. Suddenly, it was time to leave. The groom and his men headed to the trolley first to catch a ride just a few blocks away for pre-ceremony photos at the church and state capitol grounds.
The boys were off and away, which meant it really was almost time for me to get dressed. Almost.
(photos care of Matt DeBackere Photography and multiple groomsmen)