100!!!

My 100th blog post! I can't believe it :0
Wedding day was Saturday. So the grooms people including me all got ready at my parents house. After getting changed, the photographer showed up and we went to the school yard across from my parents house to take pictures. So it was super hot saturday, and since we were in long sleeved dress shirts, jackets and pants, we were all sweating up a storm. Not only was it just so hot standing there in the sun, the photographer had us running up and down hills and walking all over. When the pictures were over we had a bit of time to kill before going to the church. So we pretty much chugged done some water and tried to air out our shirts. We got to the church early since us grooms people had to do the ushering when people started to arrive. We greeted a lot of people. 130 had confirmed so I am guessing about 125 showed up to the church. Everyone loved me in the tux I was wearing. The ceremony was nice and short compared to a catholic ceremony. Dil (one of the other grooms persons) couldn't stop yawning through the ceremony and I couldn't help but giggle through out. Hopefully no one noticed :)
So after the ceremony, we had the wedding party pictures. That happened at Rock way gardens. It was super hot and once again us grooms people were sweating up a storm. My feet were killing me by this time due to not liking high heels. And once again the photographer had us climbing hills, and walking all around, and lifting people up. Hopefully he got some good pictures. I didn't feel good later on in the night or sunday. Heat stroke.
The reception was nice too. My sister Mary drove Mars and me to it super early. So I became friends with the DJ and pretty much re greeted people for the 3rd time that day (2nd time was right after the wedding when we did the receiving line). On the drive over I switched out of the heels to a pair of skater shoes, Firefly's. Everyone commented on them, and how much more comfortable they looked. The rest of the night went well, and dinner was good. My grandma kept commenting that I looked like Elvis and could be him. And my dad kept saying I looked gangster and called me his little Al Capone for the rest of the night. How is it possible to look like Elvis and Al Capone at the same time?
Okay long enough ramble, blogs are supposed to be short, not novels :)