I drove to my home town all by my lonesome on Friday morning. Picked up my dad, then my mom and headed to a sister, who's son was getting married this weekend. Another sister showed up and then another. We worked and cooked all afternoon to get the rehearsal dinner food ready to roll.
All my life, I've call this dinner the prenuptial dinner. Robb said that EVERY dinner I ate before our wedding was the prenuptial dinner... hmm.. It's a matter of perspective. Does anyone call it the Prenuptial dinner anymore?
I'm wondering if that's the dinner where you work out the prenup agreement... ? As if...
Anyway, regarding the food... we made WAY too much. When 75% of the 56 people attending the rehearsal dinner are minors, they don't eat much I guess... I could be exaggerating on the numbers...
Mom was a trooper and cut many and various types of veggies all afternoon.
Since there were so many young kids in this generation, my sister had hired a bouncy house for the occasion. Kids ran in and out of the house so sweaty, running to the bouncy house and back. It was set up the night before, about the time the bachelor party started. My BIL announced to the men, "Hey, the bouncy house is up!" One of the groomsmen commented that you've never heard THAT sentence before at a bachelor party... :)
Robb made a crack that kids are just marrying too young when they have a bouncy house at the wedding.
The kids were all over this thing, including the bride herself and her cohorts. She's in the burgundy dress. I'm so glad it was there, or the kids would have been sitting with us and whining about the weather all evening... It was warm.
A nephew actually WORKING on his phone while his wife played solitaire. You're at a party and all you want to do is fiddle with your phone?? I sat with them and visited.
My sister, Melanie and her husband. Parents of the groom.
A nephew doing a daring stint by the tree house.
It was a fun time and we got lots of visiting in. More on the wedding tomorrow and my sewing debacle.
3 comments:
it pays to keep the little ones occupied, as that makes the adults happy also.
Sewing and debacle don't go together on your blog.
A bouncy house at a bachelor party. ;)
How funny to have a bouncy house. But if it kept the kids occupied you all might be on to something.
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