Eric and I LOVE weddings. You might say we live for them, specifically the dancing. On Saturday we attended one of the top rated weddings on the notoriously harsh Lindsey rating scale. And not just because we were forced to schedule an amazing vacation in San Francisco to attend.
To get there, took the bus through San Francisco without incident, then somehow walked right past the wedding site and got lost in Fort Mason, a huge park for half an hour and nearly missed the beginning. I was pretty stressed so imagine our surprise and delight when we finally arrived and discovered that drinking was not only allowed, but encouraged during the ceremony!
Obviously, the wedding was off to a great start, and it continued to impress us. The ceremony was on a gorgeous lawn overlooking the bay and Alcatraz.
The bride was stunning, and they included "supporting each other through crappy runs" in their wedding vows. My kind of couple.
I even got to re-wear a bridesmaid's dress from another highly rated wedding (different group of friends, so if I wasn't admitting it on the internet, no one would know).
|Tree growing out of my head. Sorry Vince.|
Best of all, there was hours and hours of dancing.
|Notice anything special about our attire? TWINSIES!|
|BUM BUM BUM|
The dance floor was so much fun that I didn't even eat the cake that I'd carefully saved, except for a few bites of frosting at the end of the night. You know that's serious.
|It's really hard to write in lipstick, but the cake was there when the lights came on.|
Sunday morning my alarm went off bright and early for my run, and I started to regret not listening to Eric when he kept telling me "it's a marathon, not a sprint" in reference to the signature cocktail the previous night. But the training plan was there in black and white, so I dragged myself out along the bay for 10 miles. Most of the run was decent but somewhere in the middle I got side stitches so badly that I was honestly about to flag down a cab and see how close the $10 in my water bottle holder would get me to the hotel. As a result, my pace sucked (9:47 average). According to this research, we can all officially cross tequila off the "smart pre-run fuel" list. You're welcome.
What earns a wedding a high rating in your book? The biggest way to lose points with us is limited dancing and open bar time. Previously, I only examined open bar time during the reception, but this wedding raised the bar and every subsequent wedding will now be judged accordingly.
What have you had to cross off your "smart pre-run fuel" list? Less obvious answers than "tequila" will be accepted.