Dancing Queen

"You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen 20 months..."
Out of the 100-ish weddings I've been to in my life, I think I've only been to maybe 4 that I wasn't in some capacity working. It's actually a good thing because, since starting my wedding business about 5 years ago, attending a wedding as a guest is pretty painful.

Like, you know when you are planning your wedding and some one says, "Hey, don't worry about it! NO ONE will notice..." Yeah, sorry to burst your bubble, but I will notice. And pick it apart. In my head, anyway (and to Mr. Bee later in the evening).

So when we got to go to a wedding this last weekend, I was pretty stoked to see what the bride will be wearing, who the vendors are, etc.

This wedding was even better because it happened to be one of those weird Small World Coincidences that kind of creep me out. The Groom was Mr. Bee's cousin, but the Bride was a chick that I went to junior high and high school with. The Bride and I were friends when we were like 13 but since then, not so much. So I never thought that I'd (1) ever be invited to her wedding and/or (2) be related to her (albeit, by marriage).

Anywho, the wedding itself was pretty uneventful. My favorite part, though, was the beginning of the ceremony. Their officiant was also the emcee and dj for the night. Oh yeah, he was "that guy".

His ceremony opener was to talk about what love and marriage meant to the Bride and Groom. (and I quote paraphrase)

"The Groom thinks that love is doing something for the other person even when it might not be the right thing for yourself."
Really, though? Like...getting married? Aaaaaaaaawkward.

It also didn't help much that the Groom's mother was something more appropriate for a funeral than a wedding. (another aaaawkward...)

Anywho, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful except for one little thing:

No offense to the Bride (okay, maybe a little offense since you *did* completely frickin' ignore me when I tried to be all nice to you during the receiving line), but Baby Bee stole the show! She was totally in the zone that night and had just about every woman in the building sighing in adoration.

Here she is cutting up a rug with Mr. Bee and I:
(Sorry for how blurry the photo is!) I had no idea she was so obsessed with dancing, but any time I got exhausted needed a break, she would freak out and start yelling "Dan! Dan! Dan!" (Translation: Dance! Dance! Dance!) while pointing to the dance floor.

We ended up leaving the party at 10 p.m., but I think our little party girl had many hours of dancing left in her. I can't wait to see what fly moves she has for weddings we'll be attending this coming summer!

Song title: Dancing Queen by ABBA

Do You Know Who I Am

Something has been happening lately that has been creeping me out just a bit.

"Clowns?" you ask.

No. Not as creepy as clowns.

I've realized that pretty much everyone that I have ever met in my life knows each other somehow.

It started with Mr. Bee. When we first met, I was dating NerdBoy. Mr. Bee was dating Chick. It wasn't until Mr. Bee started dating Chick that Nerdboy and Chick realized that they were cousins! What?! Yeah! Like long lost cousins that had always heard about each other but had never met.

Then, a few years ago, I found out that one of my BFFs (who I met years out of college) went to the rival high school. Not only had we probably been in the same place once or twice but she also knew one of my best friends from college (they went to the same high school!)

Oh, and one of Mr. Bee's cousins is dating a girl I went to high school with.

And ANOTHER friend (who I met a few years ago) is friends with a girl at work who is dating one of my high school boyfriends. So at my friend's wedding rehearsal, when she happened upon SuperDoucheExBoyfriend (who was a server at her wedding venue), they started chatting it up while I was all "WTF! How do you know each other?!"

THEN, this weekend I had yet another wedding (I've got some ooey gooey awesome stories to be shared at a later date regarding this event!). I've been working with this bride and her mom for months and it's not until I slightly recognize one of her bridesmaids at her rehearsal that THEY realize that we all went to high school together. So her wedding reception was practically a who's who of teachers, students, and parents of students who I went to school with for years decades.

Oh, and here's the topper:
A few months ago, I got an invitation to be "friends" with someone on Facebook. I didn't really know who the person was but figured that I'd had probably met them at an event or maybe they were a local wedding vendor/colleague. I later met this lady at a local mom's group. THEN, while totally Facebook stalking old friends of mine, I found out that this particular girl is friends with the older sister of my high school BFF who after graduation disappeared from the face of the planet! So random mom group/Facebook lady is friends with high school BFF's sister?!

It is totally blowing my mind that practically everyone I meet is somehow already connected to my life! Coincidence? I don't know. But I'm starting to think that everyone is 6 degrees of separation from Mama Bee!


Updated to Add: Okay, this is getting fucking crazy. Yesterday I added Luke Burbank (the host of TBTL - the coolest radio show evar) to my Facebook friends. Oh yeah, I'm that cool. Anywho, so I'm perusing Luke's Facebook page and who do I see added him as a friend just a few days ago. The same ex-BFF's older sister as above!!! WTF!! This is seriously creeping me the fuck out, dudes!!

Song title: Do You Know Who I Am by Elvis Presley