Michele and Jonathan had their wedding yesterday.
It was perfect. The weekend started out with a lovely breakfast at Michele and Jonathan's new apartment Friday morning. Jonathan made his famous waffles and I was able to meet all of the groomsmen. At 11:30 the bridesmaids left to get our nails done and pick up some last minute decorations. We headed to the White Room and put up chairs, placed the burlap table clothes on the cocktail tables and filled the room with tea lights. At 4:30 we had the rehersal and then walked to Mizuna where the rehersal dinner was taking place. Michele was beautiful in her blue polka-dot dress. We ate ahi salad and drank full glasses of wine.
The bridesmaids left Mizuna at 8:30 to head over to Rain, a cocktail lounge. Michele opened her lingerie as Joelle and Sally made all of us take chocolate cake shots. I especially enjoyed hanging out with Joyanna and Leah as we laughed all the way back to the hotel. Michele, Allie, Sally and I all stayed at the Davenport that nice in the most expensive/fluffy bed I've ever stayed in.
Michele and I woke up really early. We both couldn't sleep any longer. It was April 9th, 2011 and Michele was marrying the attractive, talented Jonathan Pasma. Michele and I like to go on walks when we get anxious so there we were walking around before the big day.
The day was a whirlwind. We picked up the most beautiful flowers, had lots of coffee, inhaled tons of hairspray and laughed and cried with the bridesmaids as we got ready. The White room was filled with the smell of lavendar and candles. Michele looked absolutely beautiful and classy in her white dress, 1950's veil and red lipstick. Jonathan could not even handle himself. He sang her a song her wrote especially for her, I cried my eyes out as I read Michele my toast and Jeremy and I danced like crazy people on the dance floor.
I will never forget that day. I love you, Michele. I could never have asked for a better sister, friend and role model. Have fun on your honeymoon. You have made my life so rich.
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