I went back to some old posts

MrsDPRea

::sigh::

I'm glad she had so many people here to support her.  It was clear how loved she was.

w102mmd

I don't know how this page could ever be the same.  This page was home to her.

Wan-naBe

you know what would be awesome?  if the knot could provide us with a page of all of her posts from, say, the last year or so.

knotzis?  are you listening?

kmrvsade

Yeah - it's obvious why she never left when the rest of us did.  This place WAS her.  And everyone who passed through knew it. 

MrsMyrtle

Here:

http://forums.theknot.com/default.aspx?path=http%3A%2F%2Fforums.theknot.com%2FSearchByPoster.aspx%3FMembershipID%3D347522937501084&username=wonderw1fe

I love seeing all you old timers. I'm sure she'd have loved seeing you all here. 

MrsDPRea

Thanks

Wan-naBe

thanks!

it'd also be cool to see a list of the posts she started.  i tried looking, but so far can't figure it out.  the knot is SO freaking different now than the last time i was here.

TheDuckis

I think loveshine was going to email knotannie to see if they could recover some of the old posts.

It's great to see how many people have come back to check in. I hope Ww knew just how much she meant to all of us.

NOLABridesmaid

Ladies, here is a classic Ww post that she made about a wedding she attended this summer.





Anyway, the ceremony was long as hell, but all Catholic ceremonies are, right? Plus the dance numbers added to the running time. We were finally released. The reception was in a local restaurant, which was alright. We got there as the cocktail hour started. They had an open bar, some passed whore derbs and a hummus station. It was nice. But I have to wonder if they thought cocktail "hour" was just a suggestion. Because we were corraled in this hallway, roped off from the reception area, for 2.5 hours. The whore derbs ran out. I started seeing women guests removing their shoes to regain feeling in their feet. 'Cause there were about 15 seats available for roughly 90 people.


Now, y'all know I'm in a sickly way. My energy reserves were about tapped out; I needed to sit down before I passed the hell out. I had to sit in the bathroom for 10 minutes to get myself together. I just knew we'd be able to sit down by the time I got back. NO! MFs were still milling around. I wanted to cry. But it seemed I wasn't the only one feeling this way, because some older woman took it upon herself to move 2 of the barrier decorative shrubs and lead Moses' people to the promise land. We galloped to our table and flung ourselves into our chairs. There was bread and water on the tables and we devoured it. I mean, there wasn't a crumb left on the plate.




But the sitting idly continued! FINALLY the DJ started the introductions. Problem was, no one could understand a word the guy said 'cause the reception area was cavernous. (Local DC folks: it was in the atrium of Old Ebbitt. Yeah. Cavernous) The acoustics were horrible. I have no idea who anyone in the wedding party was, so I just clapped when other people clapped. Whatever.



Bride and Groom came out, fine. They did their dance. Well, they did two dances; one was to some slow song, but the other was "You're All I Need To Get By." Not the Marvin Gaye/Tammy Terrel version, though. Oh no. It was the Mary J. Blige/Method Man version, complete with the phrase, "Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife..." Mmmkay. Another eyebrow moment for me and DH.


They finally sat down. And now it was time for toasts. The bride's sisters each gave one that was long as hell. I mean, they babbled on for a good 15 minutes each. And once again, no one could understand them 'cause of the echo. Also 'cause no one had any calories left in them; by now it was about 4 hours into the damn day and all we'd had was some celery sticks and hummus. They finally STFU and the groom's adopted son (really groom's nephew, but groom's sister was worthless, so he raised the boy) got up to talk. Now y'all, this kid is about 12. He said something beautiful about his father and how he was so happy he found a good wife. The boy shed a couple tears begrudgingly, hugged his dad and new stepmom and sat the fvkc down. He got a standing ovation. I prayed that was it, but oh no, there was more.



The groom's brother got the mike next. He started out ok, I guess. But he veered way off the damn track when he said, "After Groom's first marriage fell apart, I was glad 'cause I thought I'd finally get my brother back. But then he met the Bride, like, RIGHT AWAY! And I was a little mad about that 'cause I'm saying, he JUST got a divorce, ya know? But I got over it. So raise your glasses...."



+ was the look on every guest's face. Please to be noting that the groom's brother is in his mid-30's, not 16, when such petulence is to be expected. There was a smattering of extremely awkward applause and he sat down. Then some drunken family friend gave the blessing and *cue trumpets* the salad course came out.



Let me orient you to the time now. The ceremy started at 1:30. The cocktail hour started at 2:30-ish. The B&G came out around 4:45. And now we're on the salad course at 5-gaadamn-30. So I was not surprised to see half-dead lettuce leaves wilting quietly on the plate under a heaping ladle-ful of vinagrette dressing. I took one forkful of it and it was so doused in dressing it burned the roof of my damn mouth. It was almost inedible, but I was so close to out-and-out fainting that I forced myself to choke down some. It was painful. But it allowed me to maintain consciousness for the moment.



There was an inexplicable lag in the reception where I started to fade out again. A lot of guests started to leave; I mean, it was almost 7 and there was still no dinner. We started to gather our belongings as well, but then the dinner came out. It was baked chicken, string beans and mashed potatoes. Very pedestrian, to be honest, but everyone acted like it was filet mignon. I think I saw a bone fly off the table in the frenzy. But by then, y'all, I was done. I couldn't take it anymore. DH saw me falling out on my feet. He hustled me over to the groom to say good night. We made our pleasantries and flew out of there. When we were leaving at 7:30, people had just started to gather on the dance floor. I have no stories about that 'cause we were momofuking gone.

kmrvsade

Oh yes - I without a doubt missed her story-telling.  That is classic!

elizb137

SO classic...I too will miss her storytelling. I agree, let's get a page of her posts if that's possible.

MrsDPRea

Thank you SO much for posting that!  I could just picture it all!