A funny thing happened on St. Patrick's Day. I married The Boyfriend.
Oh, did I forget to mention that we were getting married? Oops, my bad.
That's us getting ready to walk into the church (the same church my great grandparents got married in). I'm not too sure what the confused look on my face is all about. At least I still look fabulous in my wedding tunic. Who needs a wedding dress when you can have a wedding tunic? Bonus of the tunic... not needing a bridesmaid to help you go pee. And I know what I'm talking about, I've been that bridesmaid.
Me again. This time wearing my Nana's fifty plus year old mink cape which turns me into my alter ego... Fabulous Girl. Fabulous Girl doesn't fight crime or anything. She just hangs out... being fabulous.
Me and The Husband (that's weird, not used to that at all) and some pretty nifty wedding presents.
Having our red velvet wedding cake and eating it too at The Old Inn On The Green with the Best Man Girl (who needs a Best Man when you can have a Best Man Girl) and the Matron of Honor (who by the way was that bride I had to help go pee pee).
And finally us again, the happy and very tired couple at a bar much later that evening (it was St. Patrick's Day after all).
So from now on I suppose I will be referring to The Boyfriend as The Husband.
But if I forget, you'll still know who I'm talking about.
P.S. A final tidbit... at the end of the wedding dinner, The Husband (weird) and I went to pay and the waiter informed us that it had already been taken care of. What?! How?! Huh?! My Amelia Bedelia Mother pulled off the coup of the century, arranging to pay for the whole thing from her little Dublin lair.
Well played Mother. Well played.