The two groups were determined to demonstrate their supremacy in joy, celebration and hospitality at the wedding and reception for Erla Osk Petursdottir and Andrew Wissler, and we only barely survived the event.
Crimininy!! I hadn't realized that either of us had that much to drink but when they shut down the dance floor at 1:15am, it dawned on us that perhaps we had over imbibed. Of course, the moment I stepped on the dance floor should have, in itself, been proof that I had gone beyond my usual limit since only drunkenness would overcome my usual shyness of dancing in front of people. Still, we failed to heed this infallible sign and we proceeded to dance (and drink) for the next 2-3 hours.
At 1:15am, we decided--or rather, I decided, since Mr Barker was in worse shape than I, that we would secure a room and stay downtown. Next thing we know, it's 10:00am and we are going to be hardpressed to make it to Meredith's 21-Birthday-Brunch. The drive home was nearly my undoing as my stomach lurched and head threatened to explode with every seam of the concrete on the highway.
After a quick call to Chad to explain our sorry situation, I crawled in bed and didn't get up until a few of our fellow revelers rang the doorbell at about 1:30pm and after a brief chat and giving them keys to the car so they could retrieve their things which they had left there the afternoon before, I crawled back in bed until about 4pm. While I feel better now, things are not what I would call "good".
Let this be a cautionary tale to Meredith on her 21st Birthday! Be careful how much you drink at weddings between Icelanders and Marines!
It was a fantastic wedding, though. The bride was beautiful, the groom handsome, the families so welcoming, and good friends were everywhere! It was wonderful.
