We made it!  We made it!  We made it!

I do aim to go over everything in depth, at some point, but more important is that we. made. it.  Despite some very last minute unnecessary drama, and despite my firm belief that my head might explode, we pulled off our Friday night ceremony and dinner, our Saturday barbecue, and our Saturday night afterparty with grace, aplomb, and little-to-no drama (albeit a few points where I caught my breath and went “pleaseOHpleaseOHpleaseOHpleaseOH what the hell it’s not my problem.”

A few highlights:

Photos at the Spanish Steps and dinner at Nora’s. (I tried to rewrite our vows at the last minute to say, “And every week we have to go to Nora’s” but it didn’t happen.)

My mother being the hostess with the mostess.  (Really.  It was almost disturbing, but in a good way.)

My grandmother also being the hostess with the mostess.  (She turned into Emily Gilmore, minus the Connecticutness.)

My friend Mary lifting up her cake plate, smiling, and saying, “I would roll around in this!”

My friends and family all being in one place and having a good time together.

Awesome music thanks to my brothers-in-law, father-in-law, and Bernie (and therefore McAlister).

And a whole bunch of other reasons.

We had fun.  I think other people had fun as well.  That’s all I wanted, and for once, I had my cake and ate it too.  (Literally.)