The Big Day was finally here. Daughter and I had an appointment to have our hair and makeup done downtown.
The only time I have to do anything remotely like this is when my kids get married. I'm 3 for 3 now so my hair and makeup days are hopefully over. I hate having people fuss over me but I have to say the ladies at this salon were so much fun I could have sat there all day.
The wedding was an intimate affair. Bride was married in a pretty little nook in the building where she works. The view was spectacular.
In case you were wondering what color polish I picked, it was the jade green. Daughter thought it should be pink but the old hippie in me couldn't do anything that tame. And yes, those are pantyhose. I just can't do the bare legs. Good thing. When I went to put the hose on I discovered that I had only shaved one leg. I had also twisted my sandal strap and never noticed it until after the ceremony. Goodness. Below the waist, my freak flag was definitely flying.
Big Grand was one of the two ring bearers. He did a great job. Eight years ago when our groom was his brother's best man he dropped the ring. We have never let him forget it.
After the wedding we all took a walk around the building where the famous Spirit of Detroit statue sits while the photographer snapped shots of us.
On the walk I wondered why there were Canadian flags flying across the street. I was surprised to learn that it was because it was CANADA. I had no idea we were so close to the border.
The reception dinner was held at a restaurant which just so happened to be right across the street from the house I rented. I didn't plan it. It was just very good luck.
The venue was beautiful. All the places we visited were amazing. Wonderful food, wonderful service. Detroit is home to some of the nicest people I have ever met.
I took up residence at the cheese platter. I am probably going to pay for it but it will be worth it. Best. Cheese. Ever.
Dinner was family style. We kept getting served little bowls of yummy concoctions that had us non meat eaters in mind. Son is a vegan so for once I got to eat as much as everyone else. So many dining experiences end up with me just getting a plate of french fries. Not here.
No cake. Son is not a cake fan so they had a variety of pies from the Sister Pie bakery brought in. If you are ever in Detroit your first stop has to be to get a slice of this pie. Best. Pie. Ever.
The last thing that had to be done to end the wonderful day was to pull out the ten thousand bobby pins that were holding my hair in place. It's been a wedding ritual that feels kind of sad tonight. The fairy tale is over-for good this time. I didn't shed a tear all weekend but now, I think I need a good cry.