Faith Drake Aberforth (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frakkin_faith) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-05-02 20:17:00 |
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WHO Faith, Lance, and their friends & family
WHAT A REAL WEDDING OMG!
WHEN Friday evening; post ceremony
WHERE Boston Harbor Hotel; ROOF
RATING TBD. Lets get crazy up in here.
NOTE pretty much their friends are invited, anyone they might work with, significant others of their friends, etc. unlikely that people from the Connelly or Marino families would be there...what with a plethora of off duty FBI folk running around. MASS THREAD AHOY!
Faith couldn't believe that she had actually been nervous today. She didn't remember a thing about her first wedding, other than burred images and the fact that she couldn't get Blue Moon out of her head for a full on week afterward. Then of course there were the tattoos to deal with, but somewhere along the line, she had realized just how in love she was with her husband. His impromptu proposal that was forever immortalized thanks to TiVo, and the more serious one that followed had led them to a real wedding.
She knew that she had driven Lisa and Antoinette completely batshit crazy, but at least she hadn't turned into a bridezilla or anything...right? She was just picky. It took all the effort she could muster not to show off the dress to Lance when she found it. No, just like any groom, he had to wait until she emerged from behind the church doors and clung to her brother's arm as she walked down the aisle. There are few people who could say they had a perfect wedding, but Faith liked to say they got it very, very right on their second try. This, she would absolutely remember. Every single detail, from the way Lance looked in his tux to the way she felt walking toward him.
Faith was not a crier, and she would be the first to punch someone in the arm for being in the same room when she cried, but today was an entirely different thing altogether. She hadn't been able to hold back her tears as soon as the minister began reading a passage from the Bible, and when Lance recited his vows? Forget about it. It was without a doubt the happiest day of her life, and she hadn't really realized that before. She had to steal the handkerchief from Declan's pocket before she could start in on her own vows, and by the time the minister pronounced them husband and wife (again), it would have been a shock to find a dry eye in the entire church.
The reception was to be held at the Boston Harbor Hotel, where the rooftop had been transformed with strings of twinkling lights, long buffet tables, a live jazz band and more flowers than one might find the gardens. Faith figured she only had a (second) wedding once, and they might as well go all out. With champagne flowing, good music wafting out into the warm evening, the party was in full swing, and would continue well into the night.
WHAT A REAL WEDDING OMG!
WHEN Friday evening; post ceremony
WHERE Boston Harbor Hotel; ROOF
RATING TBD. Lets get crazy up in here.
NOTE pretty much their friends are invited, anyone they might work with, significant others of their friends, etc. unlikely that people from the Connelly or Marino families would be there...what with a plethora of off duty FBI folk running around. MASS THREAD AHOY!
Faith couldn't believe that she had actually been nervous today. She didn't remember a thing about her first wedding, other than burred images and the fact that she couldn't get Blue Moon out of her head for a full on week afterward. Then of course there were the tattoos to deal with, but somewhere along the line, she had realized just how in love she was with her husband. His impromptu proposal that was forever immortalized thanks to TiVo, and the more serious one that followed had led them to a real wedding.
She knew that she had driven Lisa and Antoinette completely batshit crazy, but at least she hadn't turned into a bridezilla or anything...right? She was just picky. It took all the effort she could muster not to show off the dress to Lance when she found it. No, just like any groom, he had to wait until she emerged from behind the church doors and clung to her brother's arm as she walked down the aisle. There are few people who could say they had a perfect wedding, but Faith liked to say they got it very, very right on their second try. This, she would absolutely remember. Every single detail, from the way Lance looked in his tux to the way she felt walking toward him.
Faith was not a crier, and she would be the first to punch someone in the arm for being in the same room when she cried, but today was an entirely different thing altogether. She hadn't been able to hold back her tears as soon as the minister began reading a passage from the Bible, and when Lance recited his vows? Forget about it. It was without a doubt the happiest day of her life, and she hadn't really realized that before. She had to steal the handkerchief from Declan's pocket before she could start in on her own vows, and by the time the minister pronounced them husband and wife (again), it would have been a shock to find a dry eye in the entire church.
The reception was to be held at the Boston Harbor Hotel, where the rooftop had been transformed with strings of twinkling lights, long buffet tables, a live jazz band and more flowers than one might find the gardens. Faith figured she only had a (second) wedding once, and they might as well go all out. With champagne flowing, good music wafting out into the warm evening, the party was in full swing, and would continue well into the night.