I definitely enjoyed being part of Ashley’s big day, helping with the dress, doing impromptu bustling on the dance floor, taking picture after picture of everything going on. Ash and Dave’s wedding was for the most part memorable; the trolley ride to the church wondering where George would pop up next, beautiful ceremony, where Mitch cried throughout the whole thing, the pictures, the reception, the dancing…. the alcohol. The parts I don’t remember were told me to me the next morning by Scott. Half way through the dancing (long after the ceremony, toasts and father-daughter dance) Scott asked me to join him outside. We sat down at an empty table and all of the sudden I started bawling, all over Scott’s suit. I remember saying how happy I was for Ashley, how emotional the wedding was, that I was so happy to be with Scott, but I was sobbing uncontrollably. From then on everything else was pretty much a blur until I saw all of the Facebook photos on Monday. Then I remembered what an awesome wedding it was and I’m so glad I was able to be a part of it!
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