I'm Back, Bitches!

I've been struggling for the longest time about how to put together the "Wedding Blog." Should I do it as a series? For example, should I start with my Bachelorette Party, a mere 4 days prior to my wedding and title it something like, "Bachelorette Party: The Pukening?" In that case, I would probably accompany it with a picture, maybe something like this:



If that was the first blog in the Wedding Blog series, then the Rehearsal Dinner would naturally be next, right? I would write about how it was a lovely time; how I was crazy busy right up until the dinner, for which I was 20 minutes late because I was wrapping gifts with Meghan's help; how I think the $100 I paid for the cupcakes I special ordered for the event were TOTALLY WORTH IT. Right? And then maybe I'd post these pictures, or similar:







I would probably follow that up with waking up the morning of the wedding to a gorgeous day and had some coffee and a light chat with Meghan and my mom. Then I'd talk about getting ready, yada yada yada. Then I'd talk about the ceremony and the reception and the love and the dancing and the cake and the drinking... I'd probably be too lazy and indecisive to hunt down all my favorite photos, so I would probably point you to my Facebook photos or our Flickr collection (it's a work in progress).

I would worry about whether I was appropriately conveying what a beautiful day it was, and how much it meant to us to have all our favorite people there to celebrate with us, even though we trapped them all on the island the next day. Well, WE didn't. But the winds did. Good times!

All that indecision and worry aggregated down to one thought: why can't I just say that my wedding was everything I wanted it to be and more? And my NEXT thought was that, IT'S MY FREAKING BLOG! And I CAN say that! Fer said so!

So, mah bitches, it's with much sincerity that I say unto you: Our wedding was THE SHIT. If you need FURTHER proof, you can check it out here. Password: wright.

And now, we move on! Let's start talking about the important stuff! Like, the Recession, the new POTUS, the latest season of the Biggest Loser and how I got to SWIM WITH FREAKING DOLPHINS.



Gosh I feel so much better. That was a huge burden for me, but I figured that it was high time I wrote about the wedding, especially considering I legally changed my name yesterday. I'm officially Danielle Renee Certa. Mrs. Certa, if you're nas-tay.



Seriously, folks. It was the loveliest and most magical day of my life so far.







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