Kat’s Wedding Index
6July 16, 2011 by Kat Richter
Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s service.
Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s reception.
Eleven: Number of hours spent in 5-inch heels.
Four: Number of new blisters acquired.
One: Number of cake slices consumed.
Five: Number of cake slices I wish I’d consumed.
Three: Number of former Richter family babysitters in attendance.
Three: Number of times the aforementioned babysitters asked “Are you old enough to be drinking???”
Two: Grand total of single men present.
Three: Number of minutes it took Landlord to get the scoop on said men from the bride.
Twenty: Number of dollars Chauffer wagered that I’d not ask one of them to dance.
Twenty: Number of dollars earned during the “Lady’s Choice.”
One: Grand total of songs danced to with someone other than my mother.
Zero: Total numbers of phone numbers requested/exchanged.
Five: Number of times I felt tempted to send Date #7 a weepy “I miss you” text.
Zero: Number of times I actually sent Date #7 a weepy “I miss you” text.
Three: Number of times I snoozed my alarm this morning.
One: Total cups of coffee consumed in the past three minutes.
Four: Estimated cups of coffee I’ll need to consume to before I’ll be fully functioning this morning.
And that’s all for now folks. Happy Saturday!
My name is Kat Richter and I'm a writer, dancer and reformed serial dater. I write about relationships, travel, bargain basement fashion and the funny things I see and hear around Philadelphia. Enjoy, and remember: its not dating, its fieldwork!
Eleven hours in five inch heels? Oh, girl! I was not even brave enough for that at my own wedding. I kicked off my shoes after the ceremony (since my ball gown dress covered my feet anyways!)
it was fun though, getting to reconnect with them all, even if there were such slim pickings on the single male side…and you looked mahvelous~the two single males were checking you out, even the one w/ his “friend from work”
I second Hannah’s comment about kicking off the shoes. I got married in adorable white satin pointy-toed boots that laced up and had wonderful little 2-in squash heels that had a triangular configuration at the bottom. It only took me about ten steps outside the church toward the open Grange building behind the building where we were holding the reception for me to realize that, due to the previous day’s rain, I was NOT going to make it through the party in the shoes, because with every step I was aerating the lawn as I sunk in at the heels. Luckily, there was a pair of pristine white leather Keds in the car for just that happenstance and I spent the reception running around in sneakers >:)
I like that you have reduced everything to numbers, that means it can be analysed.
Problem is, I do not have a clue what the answer is.
But seriously 11 hours in 5 inch heals. That is an amazing achievement.
Less time in heels and more slices of cake!
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