The "weekend" started for me on Wednesday, working a "hafa adai" (that's what they say in Guam for "hello" but it sounds like "half a day" in English") and running around trying to get everything done before leaving for Philly at 4:00pm. I finally get to the airport, only to have to wait in security for about 3 hours. If anyone knows me, they know I do not get to the airport early by any stretch of the imagination, so I literally walked right onto my plane, because it was already boarding. At this point I still have not tried on my bridesmaid dress or talked to Star (the bride) on the phone in over a week. Talk about flying by the seat of my pants!
Betty and Robbie (Star's brother) pick me up from the airport. After waiting an eternity for my bag to come off the conveyor, we are off to get some Philly cheese steaks. Robbie takes us to Geno's, a pretty popular place, and some may argue, the best sandwiches in town. I get my "whiz with" (I'm so authentic!) and we sit down to enjoy. Just as we're settling in, Betty gets egged by a car driving by! I couldn't help but laugh hysterically, which she appreciated about five minutes later. The rest of the weekend was a quest to find out who egged her...no, it wasn't. But, it was still funny!
We go to Robbie's to get ready, as Star is getting ready at her aunts house. Betty, Star, and myself used to dress up when we went out in Guam. I was never as crazy as them, and they know that about me (I love those guys!), so they told me I didn't have to. I did buy a wig, but could not bring myself to wear it. We went out for the night to a bar called Tiki Bob's, which was a good time. We danced, drank, and had a blast. For old times sake, we wanted to take Star to a strip club. I guess I should preface this: in Guam there are more strip joints than there are bars, so that is where we used to go. We found out there was a strip joint around the corner and made our way. Little did we know, in Philly, you have to be escorted by a male to get in. The bouncers were not very nice about letting us in, so we put our happy asses in a cab to find one that would! On our way, Robbie phoned and was going to meet us there. Well, no luck at the next club either. This ended our night, since it was almost bar close at this point anyways.
The next day we ran all sorts of errands and helped get everything ready for the rehearsal and wedding. We were only given about an hour to get ready for the rehearsal, and since we were on the other side of town, we were about thirty minutes late. We felt awful, but the priest and all the groomsmen were watching the Phillies game so we ended up waiting for them anyways! We then went to Star's aunts for som good food and good conversation before going back to the hotel for a good nights sleep before the big day.
Wedding day started off with me taking an hour and a half long conference call for work. We then got showered up and met Star and the rest of the bridal party at the spa for hair, makeup, and nails. The day was going extremely smooth until I got to my hair. The lady told me I wouldn't like what I originally told her to do, so four attempts later we finally found something I liked. I wasn't exactly mad at her, but if she would have listened to me, I wouldn't have been sitting in her chair for over an hour. In the end, I did like my hair, even if it wasn't what I was imagining. The salon also gave me a discount for my trouble and because it wasn't technically an "updo" with the length of my hair. I thought that was nice of them.
We then get dressed and do pictures. The dress fit just fine, and my aunt did a great job of hemming it without measuring me first! The wedding went off smoothly, if not a little late, and we were off to get pictures taken before the reception. The rest of the night was a blast with too many Alabama slammers to count and a ride back to the hotel that I had to go to the bathroom the entire time!
It was a weekend I won't forget, and it was so great to see Star and Betty again! I miss my boos!
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