Remember how last week I was all OMG-Andy-has-to-give-two-best-
Psssshhhhh. Me either, that lady sounds like a hot mess of crazy.
This weekend Señor Hess and I went down to Austin for a wedding. Well, Georgetown, to be specific. After the average wedding weekend helping of chaos, approximately three roadside bathroom breaks and six cumulative hours in the car, I decided that Georgetown, Texas is my new favorite place. They have great shopping, the cutest of cute town squares and you can’t beat The Hilton at Georgetown.*
We stayed with some Hess family cousins/(great?) aunt and uncle/in-law/I’m not sure exactly what I would call them, genealogy is hard. But they were so very kind to invite us to stay at their hous- nay, MANSION, near the wedding venue. Think four bedrooms, indoor and outdoor living rooms, a pool the likes of which our honeymoon resort would envy and square feet times infinity. Vicki and Jerry – your humble abode is truly beautiful, thank you so much for letting us stay there!
*We took to calling Vicki’s and Jerry’s gorgeous house The Hilton at Georgetown. I’m saving up my frequent flyer miles for another visit.
While Andy went off to do best man wedding rehearsal things, my mother-in-law Terri, her cousin/our host Vicki and I ran off to do some girl stuff. GIRL STUFF, Y’ALL. This is what great weekends are made of. We shopped around the adorable town square, chatted with local artisans and drank wine on a patio while listening to a live guitar/saxophone duo.
I’d show you what I bought in the cute shops, but they’re Mother’s Day surprises. Let me distract you with a blurry selfie I
forced Andy to take gently suggested in my usual soft spoken, socially graceful manner after he nailed his rehearsal dinner speech.
The wedding itself was at The Vineyard at Florence, aka a freaking beautiful wino utopia in Middle of Nowhere, TX and I loved it. The ceremony was gorgeous and the reception was tons of fun but I realized that outside of my own, I don’t know how to behave like a normal adult in a wedding situation. Yes, I can eat cake and drink champagne with the best of them. But upon personal reflection, I found it entirely appropriate and hilarious to dance like someone who is being electrocuted while also doing the time warp, cat call my husband as he took the stage for his best man speech and initiate a borderline offensive photo shoot with a pornographic statue.
I’m going to call this weekend a win. Until next time, friends.
—The Wife in Training