A Michagan Wedding

This weekend I drove to Michigan for a wedding. It felt very strange making the somewhat long drive without my dog but the potty breaks were much faster. I arrived in enough time to throw some makeup and the dress on, one of the few that I actually got to on time. There was a brief struggle to fit into the panty hose I brought since I've gained a good 10-15 pounds since the last time I bought pantyhose. But at last I found a pair. I decided screw the corset cause I'd only be ripping it off after an hour anyway. So onward I went with only control top pantyhose and special undies to hold my tummy in. I was very happy to find out that I still fit into the dress that I bought for my 10 year reunion which was 5 years ago. The bride was beautiful, the groom was dashing, the vows were lovely. I cried happily while bemoaning my own single fate. The reception was fun and even though the drinks were free, no one got unbelievably drunk. I got to catch up with old aquaitences/friends, got my groove thing on, and had one wonderful swing dance. Got to chat with a lovely british bloke who refered to his parents and mum and dad. Gosh, you just got love that accent.