wedding w/e

This weekend I went to the Champagne-Urbana area of Illinois for a friend's wedding. What was scary about this to me was the fact that someone my age is getting married. He's the first person I've known that's my age and married now. I realize I'm engaged and will be married in a matter of less than 2 years now, but that's a long time away. It was a beautiful wedding though, nice and small, and thank God the church was air conditioned. The whole ceremony we were making comments between us of how the pastor looked like Joey from Full House, and that he kept making random and quite humorous facial expressions while waiting for the readers to be done. At one point we couldn't help but laugh, but did a pretty good job at keeping it quiet. The pastor looked more nervous than the couple. During the vows, the groom cried more than the bride; he could barely speak he was so teary-eyed (but I'm sure in a happy way), and she got through them really easy, I don't think she cried at all. Afterwards, we drove the 1/2 hour to where the reception was (Side note: The drive from our ceremony to reception will NOT be that long or far, I promise), checked into the hotel and had two hours to kill, so we broke out some bacardi limon and got ready for the reception. It was beautiful, they had white christmas lights underneath the linens and up on the ceilings and everything. We danced and had a good time, not much else to report. I managed, after a couple of free beers, to step on my own foot while (don't laugh) polka dancing (I know you're laughing, stop it) with TJ to the beer barrel polka. It hurt for a while and my toe is still a little tender, but I think I'll survive.