Last Saturday I officially did my first wedding makeup job.
I did a couple test runs prior to the day, which helped bring down the stress level, and made things run smoother.
1 bride, 5 brides maids. 4 hours. Done.
This includes getting myself ready, and hair.
It went flawlessly, everyone looked great, except trying to get to the ceremony.
This is the day, there was the biggest protest downtown I've ever seen. We got detoured 5 times, and missed the first 15 minutes of it. I pretty much saw them say "I DO" kiss and leave.
Being the makeup artist, I spent the whole day with the wedding party, during photo shoots, and crazy stretch navigator shennigans. I had a great time, as my first experience, it helps when you know the bride and groom though. I know other weddings I work on, won't be as fun. This set the bar pretty high, but hate to admit it, wedding do something strange to a girl.You see someone up there in a amazing dress, with the love of her life, and I'm sitting next to my wingman (danny was my date) on my 9th drink of the night thinking I should just get a whole bunch of cats and sweatpants, because i'm gonna die alone.
I know this isn't true, but a horrific image flashes through my head.
This is the first wedding, Ive been to in a very long time. I guess I'm at that age now, where my friends will start getting married, spend time with their new families, disappear...but knowing MY close friends, this is not happening ANYTIME SOON. None of us want to grow up. Peter Pan syndrome. I think it's more of a french culture thing here. Most of the people I know engaged are quebecer, and they tend to get married early on, and divorced in a few years. Sorry, It's true.
So after many drinks, it got time to throw the bouquet.
I stood in that circle with the other 25 girls..including friends, and saying how I didn't want to be there. I'm a tall girl, and standing in 5 inch heels on top of it. I'm an amazon woman. I stood in the back to the right. Out of sight.
"I don't want this, I'm not ready!"
Not 20 seconds after saying this, it comes straight for me.
Natural instinct is to catch whatever is flying at your face. DAMNIT.
The dirty looks I got from the other girls, the boys at my table laughing at me.
Walking back to the table, people congratulated me.
An older woman and man told me the bride had caught the bouquet at her wedding 4 years ago."Thanks".. as my head hit the table, danny still pointing and laughing at me "YOU'RE NEXT!"
I have 4 years to get my life in order. 28 years old. Damn.
We'll see.
When someone asked whose the lucky guy. I responded with this quote.
I'll keep you updated on the lasso process.
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