Charleston- The Belt Buckle of the Bible Belt

This weekend was the big fat Southern Baptist Wedding. It was my first Southern Wedding, and, expectedly, it was a bit differnt.

Things I don't see done much on the northern side of the Mason-Dixon line.

• There were 7 bridesmaids, the wedding party totalled at 17 people. This is apparently not excessive, my friend Winnie's future daughter in law is having 10 attendents.
• The actual ceremony was crazy short, 25 minutes, tops
• There was no alcohol at the reception. Well, none that wasn't carried in in beaded purses.
• There was no music played that was made after 1976.
• The groom's father was his Best Man
• The whole affair was over by 8:30

On the unsurprising front, Ashley looked beautiful (fantastic dress, great hair, pretty face) and Michael cried through the entire ceremony. The wedding party was really attractive and pretty unfun. Ash's bros are really ridiculously good-looking but only spoke to their cousins and only danced under extreme duress.

I also looked great. New dress, fab hair. One woman asked me where I had it done. I should really go pro.

Oh and credit to Anna for the quote that is the title. THere were 11 churches in 3 blocks on the street the wedding was on. Insanity.

Heathen Out-
Abby