Sipdown (111)!
This is a queued tasting note.
Had this the day of Billie and Dylan’s wedding! We were all up bright and early at 6AM (after going to bed at like 2 AM) – really, we didn’t sleep. Power napped, maybe. But everyone needed to get their hair and make up done by Billie, and then of course the bride herself had to get all gorgeous. Not that she isn’t always gorgeous; she just had to be all Super Saiyan about it.
I brought this for myself for the morning because I knew everyone else would be having coffee, and I wanted something I could prepare really easily without the use of any kitchen tools I have at home. I actually hated this; I thought it tasted cheap and artificial but the caffeine was a lifesaver that early in the morning. On the other hand, all the other girls were fascinated by it and wanted to try it out. One kept leaning into the mug I had and sniffing it.
I don’t get it.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful, albeit very short. Billie and the bridal party, and Charlize the flower girl drove to the hall – which was at a small town called Hanley about half an hour outside the city, in a limo and I came up with a girl named Dallas (she was MCing the reception) to help get everything ready at the chapel. Dylan surprised me by asking me to play the wedding music on his ipad; I had to learn everything in about five minutes.
Of course I fucked it up; the music for everyone to walk in to went perfectly, but when I had to transition into Ave Maria for Billie to walk in on the ipad locked/timed out and I didn’t know the password. It was a small kerfuffle; but both Billie and Dylan were just way too happy to care. Seriously; I’m such an emotional baby. As they were signing the papers and saying their vows I was definitely choking up.
After the ceremony we drove out the hall for the reception; it went from 3PM to 1AM – that girl’s family can party. I ran the bar for a lot of the night; the family friend who was meant to do it bailed. Billie kept apologizing about having me do it; but it was an easy wedding present to give them, and since I didn’t know more than maybe eight people at the wedding I was happy to not be propelled into a situation where I had to mingle with everyone; I just got to serve everyone their drinks and meet people that way.
Dylan got so fucked up though; eventually he was looking really sick but he wouldn’t agree to stop drinking because he wanted to celebrate so badly so we took an empty bottle of vodka and filled it with water – and when he came and asked for a shot we’d pour out of the special ‘Dylan’ bottle. He was so drunk he couldn’t tell it was water. We probably made his hangover like a million times better…
And when all was said and done I went home; it was funny though – I got a call at 3AM from Dylan who was panicking; “HOW DID YOU GET HOME!? NO ONE KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE!?”. I should explain; I don’t drive – at all, and the reception was out of town (so no bussing/walking) so his concern was definitely genuine. But I just had to calm him down and be like “Dylan, it’s ok – I’m safe, and at my house. We drove home in the SAME CAR”. He was so out of it.
For clarification’s sake; it was NOT Dylan or Billie driving. Dallas, the MC, was the designated driver and took many, many people home.
