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So, did I mention that Flo and I got hitched?
It's true. We tied the knot and strapped on our respective balls-with-chain on December 8, so our one-month-aversary approaches. I've yet to be exiled to the couch for even a single night, so I guess I'm doing something right.
We spent the holidays in Oklahoma City, flying in on Christmas Eve. It was our first time to spend to Christmas Day together, and we had a lovely time. The entire Leveridge clan was present and accounted for. Most years, either my eldest niece or my eldest nephew, along with their spouses and kids, are spending the holiday with their in-laws, but somehow things panned out this year for everyone to be on hand.
The four grand nieces and nephews were cute as a button, and a good time was had by all, even Flo, who couldn't help but feel a little daunted by the occasion. She'd met most of the Leveridges, but spending hours with them in a room amidst ever-rising piles of torn wrapping paper and ribbons? There's no preparing for that.
But Flo is ever the trouper, and she came through with flying colors.
On Thursday, we threw a reception to celebrate our nuptials. Our wedding was semi-private, attended only by a few local friends and family, so we decided a celebration in OKC was the best way to mark the occasion with our Oklahoma friends and family.
The event was hosted by my brother and his wife, bless their hearts, in their brand new home (it still had that new-house smell!). We had the event catered, and all went very smoothly indeed. Most (though not all, alas) of the invitees were able to attend, and a good time was had by all.
All, that is, except me.
Oh, I'm being a bit dramatic, but I did find the affair more than a little frustrating. One finds oneself stationed in a room (or, in this case, a series of rooms) filled with all the people you love -- and that's just the problem. There are too many people on hand to really spend any quality time with any of them. My dear pal Andrea drove 2.5 each way from Muskogee to attend our little soiree, and she was gone before I'd managed to say even two words to her (or so it seemed).
But that's the nature of the beast with such shindigs, I suppose. From all reports, everyone had a good time. The company was stellar, the food was tasty, the beer was cold, and Tony and Marci's house survived mostly intact, so who can complain?
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