After the ceremony and right before the cake cutting, wedding-goers started rounding up the single ladies and I got ready to employ a polite but firm "oh hell no" reserved for being asked to leap for wedding bouquets in ones 30s. Then I was told that cake was involved and I was like where do you want me?
A cake pull is a southern wedding tradition where charms are built into the base of the cake, and the bridesmaids and single female guests gather round before the cutting and each pull out a charm. It was a lovely moment where we went around and shared our charms, with the bride sharing the symbolism of each. I drew the crawfish (and called it a sea monster: go home Yankee), and was told that it symbolizes a life of culture. And then I lost it in the craziness of the move. But, a nice memory.
So, yay cake pulls! I think Beyonce would approve. Some other highlights:
- A month ago, I lost my elite status on the local airline and have experienced the long hard fall back into coach flying. To add fuel to the fire, Josh did NOT lose his status, and they keep trying to upgrade him whenever we fly together. #FIRSTWORLDPROBLEMS, I know. This has caused a lot of tension between us and one very unhappy four hour stint in the air, after which I declared "I always want to sit next to you on airplanes." So on the flight to New Orleans (which was delayed 2 hours and got in at 3am), they were able to upgrade both of us to first class seats. We rode out the short and turbulent journey in luxury.
- Before we left New Orleans, Josh ate crawfish for the first time, and I had gulf oysters.
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| Becca posing with the handmade flowers |
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| All smiles |
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| Siblings |
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