Well, no. You don't "see" because I haven't said anything yet. Except for the word "crap" which is hardly the way to begin a post about your sister's wedding.
Let me say this: Sam and Mike's wedding was glorious. It was charming and special and real. And I can't remember the last time I saw so many members of the extended Sammis "family" all together and so happy.
It was also a whirlwind, physical and emotional. And also really, really fun.
I'm just at a total loss for how to blog about it. Because for a million reasons.
First of all, I'm still processing everything. From the moment we left San Francisco to the moment we returned, SO MUCH HAPPENED. I couldn't possibly write it all, but how do I pick which things to include and which to not? I don't know.
Secondly, I took about 300 pictures. And of course, I feel like I should use them to tell the story, except I can't because my photos are mostly horrible, and completely random.
Example: I have about 12 photos of my sister's legs from when she was sitting across from me at the salon because I thought the angle was cool and artistic.
The problem is that I manage to take a dozen photos just like these, and then FORGET to take pictures of things like, oh, I dunno, my friends and family.
ANOTHER issue I have with blogging the wedding is that, as a writer (if I may call myself such), I get really bored writing about big events chronologically. First we did this, then we did this, then we did this bores me to tears. (Remember how I was blogging about my trip to Paris with Ish? And then I stopped? Now you know why.) Because I haven't figured out how else there is to do it. How else do you tell a story except with a beginning, middle and end?
I realize I should just let it go and write about what I write about and maybe that would be just fine. And I will try and do that as soon as I can get out of my own (mental) way.
Lastly, the reason I'm suddenly having a hard time figuring out how to start blogging about the weekend is because (and note -- this is a bit awkward because I don't want to sound anything other than what I am, which is humbled, touched, and greatly appreciative) OHMYGOD EVERYONE IS READING THIS.
I had no idea. I just -- I had no idea. Relatives, friends, and people I have never met before were not just making idle wedding conversation, like, "Oh YOU must be the single, older sister who does that blog thing." Not that my friends/relatives are rude, but you know. I am the oldest and I am single and I do live out here in crazyville with my current assortment of fourfucking cats and a serious Internet addiction. I get it when my life comes across as non-awesome. But it wasn't like that. Not at all. Instead, they were citing entries to me. It was...well, it was unexpected and wonderful.
And just a teensy bit harrowing.
What will they think? What DO they think? Maybe I shouldn't write about...
It would be easy for me to start censoring myself more. But I don't wanna do that, because that's not what this is about. I'm pretty sure no one even wants me to. So I just need to screw my head back on straight(er), and get back to it.
In the meantime, HI EVERYONE! THANKS FOR A FABULOUS WEEKEND! MORE SOON!