Last Monday, hippo birdie to my favorite surfer girl, my court reporter!

This is a customized hazelnut cake my judge orderered from the Great Dane Bakery.

We invited the floor to partake in our jury room.

Last Thursday, Mr. W and I went to my childhood friend Sandy’s house for her housewarming party. Yay for her first house! It was BEAUTIFUL inside. We were very jealous. Aside from the spacious great-room downstairs (living room flowed into the dining room flowed into the upgraded chef’s kitchen), when you go upstairs you arrive in a central “party room” with built-in bar. And then offshooting from that party room are the bedrooms. I salivated at the sight of the bar, which wasn’t stocked, but I instantly had fantasies of it fully stocked with large colorful bottles, which I would use to make customized cocktails. Unfortunately everyone in that household just drinks beer. =P An important discovery was made at Sandy’s house last night: Mr. W is no longer allergic to cats. That’s right. It’s not just that his body acclimated to Dodo’s dander; he’s now immune to ALL cats. Which we know, because Sandy currently has 5 running around — one belonging to her boyfriend Steve (who was a BLAST that night, we had so much fun laughing with him), and 4 fosters. I’m sure Sandy would correct me if I got the numbers wrong. Anyway, Mr. W started playing with Steve’s gorgeous long-haired calico-colored cat Molly, who warmed up to him immediately, and he didn’t have a reaction at all the whole night. He was even licked repeatedly by one of a pair of young white kitten twins, no skin rash. Mr. W was so in love with Molly’s easy-going affectionate nature that he wanted to adopt her, and I had to burst his bubble in telling him that Molly is not one of the fosters that’s up for adoption. (He just wishes he could cuddle up to a cat the way I do with Dodo, who’s now suddenly wary of him for some unknown reason.)

Saturday (last night), Mr. W and I attend a coworker’s son’s wedding.

The bride was incredibly beautiful, and she was wearing the gown that I wanted but didn’t buy. It was perfectly suited for her type of wedding, though. Huge cathedral ceremony, followed by an ornate banquet in a classy restaurant atop a hill with a view. Customized rotating ice sculpture, giant 4-tiered cake, jewels hanging off each centerpiece. (We won the centerpiece, and check this puppy out.)

You know how some people stage the item they’re photographing in some nice background for the best display of the subject, as opposed to photographing all the clutter in the actual setting? Yeah, I’m too lazy for that.

This was the kind of wedding I’ve seen in the reality show “Platinum Weddings.” They gave away small bottles of wine with their photos on the labels as their wedding favors. Total opposite of my simple outdoor Japanese Garden wedding. If I had that gorgeous dress on with the long jewel-encrusted train, it would’ve slipped off the bridge we were married on and I would’ve been pulled into the water by hungry koi fish. Another friend made a good point that I had so many dress changes, it would’ve been almost a waste to spend that much money on a dress I was only going to have on for 40 minutes, whereas this bride got a nice solid 10+ hours in this dress. I wish I had a better photo, but I was only armed with a cameraphone and I was pretty far away.
I guess theirs is the classic traditional wedding, which helps me understand why everyone keeps saying how “different” our wedding was.

I have a crappy thing to confess. While I was taking pictures, I thought I’d send this one to my bridesmaids with the compliment, “My bridesmaids are hotter than her bridesmaids.”

So I did. This resulted in some less-than-nice text communications for a minute. And then I tried to send this one:

Weird thing happened. As soon as I pushed “send,” my phone vibrated, went to the Verizon screen, and froze there. It wouldn’t let me do anything, and I’ve never seen that screen before. I first thought my phone was turning off, but it was fully charged. It then went to a different Verizon screen as I mouthed, “WHAT the–?” and froze there. And then finally, it returned me to the regular screen, wiping out my prior efforts to send the picture.
*blink blink*
I think I just got smacked upside the head from the Other Side while I was sending catty text messages in church. I took the hint and repented.