My friend Kim’s fancy Utah wedding happened last week and it was so busy, Busy, BUSY that I’ve only just started to recover. 

I spent the first three nights at Kim’s parents house. Their house was so big that I got lost my first afternoon there. I know I have a history of getting lost easily, but getting lost in someones home takes it to a whole new level of patheticness.

It really is a shame their view from porch wasn’t any better. 

The day of the wedding we were told the hair and makeup ladies would be working with us from 8:00-11:45 because it would “take hours to make you all look really beautiful”. We tried to ignore the feeling that that statement made it sound like we were all very ugly. We were finished by 10 o’clock which really boosted our self-esteem and solidified our belief that we could have slept for another two hours. 

We left the house almost an hour late and were having a fun time time in the limousine when we realized it was getting very warm. The driver told us the air conditioning was up as high as it could go and no less than two minutes later he pulled to the side of the road, popped the hood, and frantically poured bottles of water into the smoking engine. Ashley, the maid of honor, got out to investigate the situation and learned that “the limo isn’t very good on hills”. You’d think the driver would have thought of before agreeing to drive up a mountain. He said he could call a backup limo, but Kim’s mom absolutely refused to wait and began calling someone to pick us up. I thought the whole thing was HYSTERICAL but couldn’t laugh out loud because the mother of the bride was very upset and I didn’t want to be banned from the wedding. Low and behold, a man in minivan pulled up to us and said he had six seats if we needed a ride. Obviously we did, so we climbed into the random man’s van and hoped he wasn’t a mass-kidnapper. God bless Ralph for rescuing us. 

We made it to the ski lodge in plenty of time to catch a gondola to the top of the mountain. Thankfully we didn’t get stuck halfway up. 

Being in a wedding makes it difficult to take pictures, but I was able to get a few on my phone. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the officiant who also doubles as the town mayor. 

The day after the wedding Ashley, Daniel (a friend of the groom) and I went out for a day trip. We borrowed a car and I was the driver since neither of the other two knew how to drive a standard. I had trouble getting the car up the hills and couldn’t figure out the problem until Ashley pinpointed the issue.