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I wore the dress to the wedding last weekend. It fit great and I have to say with my conservative personality I felt the amount of cleavage I was showing was borderline scandalous. But I’m sure for normal people it looked like a reasonable amount of cleavage. I even covered up with a short sleeved cardigan but it was still more low-cut than I am accustomed to wearing.

I missed most of the wedding itself because Holden skipped his nap and was very fussy. He didn’t throw an actual fit until later that weekend at the hospital when he threw himself on the floor and started crying—so I’m just thankful that he waited as long as he did (the entire weekend) to start REALLY fussing. And by the way, he’s only 15 months—how can the tantrums be starting already?

We sat in the back of the church in the usher’s pew because Tony’s cousin and her newborn as well as Tony were all in the back (and there was no cry room!). The acoustics were so bad that I really did miss most of it.

One of the most interesting things about my afternoon was when the homeless lady in a winter coat and stocking cap wandered in from the sweltering heat to stop and chat with the statue of sweet baby Jesus in the middle of the wedding ceremony. She got all up in his face and was talking to him for about 5 minutes in the middle of Mass. Though not loudly, thank goodness. I was concerned that she might do something crazy like yell or say something to the lovely bride but she simply finished her prayer, went and sat in a pew up in the middle of the church, and quietly left when it was over.

Other highlights of my trip included hiding out at a garden level Panera Bread at The Plaza in between the wedding ceremony and the reception, eating a fabulous dessert at the reception on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel and dancing with the hubby (the knee held up all night!).

Also, I took up a challenge to do shots of Patron with Tony’s cousin’s 45 year old hubby (his family certainly knows how to have a good time). The evening went well considering 5 years ago I spent the night with a bottle of 1800 and haven’t been able to drink tequila since. But I’m back in the game.

This time I only did one shot—of free top-shelf tequila. So you should be impressed with my restraint.

It was a lovely wedding.