So, I kinda got married.

I got married yesterday.

Well, technically two days ago now, since it's Sunday, according to time. But it still feels like yesterday.

It.

Was.

AMAZING.

I had an amazing night with my ladies on Wednesday (by amazing night I mean we all got fucking shit house wasted and talked until 2:30 am), Thursday was the rehearsal dinner at HuHot (that's where Derek and I had our first date. Having the rehearsal dinner there made so much sense. And it was delicious, so there's that), and then Amber and Kati and I stayed at my wedding suite (which was fucking AWESOME). We all relaxed in the hot tub in my room (topless, obviously, because we're awesome), had a few drinks, ordered a pizza (we were really drunk at this point, so Amber tried to order us pizza from Dallas, Texas), and then we watched Rush Hour. Kati and Amber fell asleep. I Stayed up all night feeling INCREDIBLY unwell and nervous and all around sick and shitty in my tummy.

And then I woke up Friday morning feeling amazing. Amber and I dashed around picking up last minute wedding stuff, went back to the hotel, and got our hair and make up done. Me, Amber, Kati, Stevie, my mom, and Syb had a blast getting all dolled up. Amber, Kati and I left the hotel and drove up to Bella Sera as fast as we could, because I was late. Oops. We changed, and the normal pictures took place. I did first look with Derek, and I can't even make clear how fucking blow-me-away handsome he looked. Holy shit.

We left Bella Sera and drove to a factory site to take our bridal party pictures. We got kicked off of the property, but two hours after we arrived. So really, we're the winners here. I was totally action bride, man. I was jumping in and out of semi-truck trailers, standing on pallets that were precariously balanced, balancing above pools of stagnant water (it smeled atrocious, and there was at least one dead dove floating just under the slick surface. Gross), but these pictures are incredible. We had a gorgeous sneak peek of them at the reception.

From the picture site, we went off and got married. And I had the most GORGEOUS fucking wedding ever. I nearly lost my shit SEVERAL times. How I held it together is unknown to me, but if I started crying, I would have uncontrollably sobbed, so I had to keep it in. I did. Only a couple of tears slipped out.

Forgive the order of pictures here. Blogger is kind of a dick about it.

This was right before we went off and did family photos, right after we got married. I believe my caption for this on facebook was, "I'm married, mother fuckers!" Because I fucking am.

This was at the end of the night. Amber was fucking lit, I wasn't as sober as I claim I was, and I was soaking up time with my hot as fuck best friend. Eighteen years we've been friends. Eighteen. This girl is one of the big loves of my life.

Anali and her fiance came!! We had a great time together. We danced and danced and danced. Tosh danced a lot, too, but we didn't get a selfie together. Which I am eternally bummed about. My friends are beautiful, though!!!

Carl!!!! This fucking guy RULES. His picture with Derek when they did groomsman photos was my favorite picture of them all, because it was hilarious and unexpected. I can't wait to get those. But Carl really stepped up the groomsman game. He was so on it. I love the fuck out of Carl. I'm sad to move to a state where he isn't around to hang out with.

Lordy, we are erotic and supple!! Kati made everything happen to be a bridesmaid at the last minute, and girl really pulled it out for me. I hadn't seen her in three years, and I had missed her terribly. Our picture together was one of my favorites, because she yelled to Ryan, "Hey, we both have physics equations tattooed on us. Can that be in our picture?" and that's what was in our picture. LOVE IT. Love her. She's so special, and I'm legitimately honored to be her friend.

My peaches. My stunning, amazing bestie. Going through a really rough time, personally, and still made me a priority. How much more can you ask for in a bestie? Not much.

I don't know where Amber was for this, or my sister. But these girls were just fine by me.

Our monogram!!!!! It looked amazing. My shitty cell phone doesn't do it justice. But it legitimately happened!!! The lighting says so!!

Right after hair and make up. I'm really bad at selfies if I'm by myself. Technically, Kati is in the shot, so it should be good by virtue of not being just me. Unfortunately, my theory doesn't hold water here.

This handsome mother fucker is my handsome, hot as fuck husband. He's gorgeous and sarcastic and shitty and wonderful and amazing, and all night, he'd lean in and say I was his property. My dad wanted to make it known that if Derek was expecting a dowry, all he had to offer was a goat. I didn't even know my dad had a goat.

He doesn't.

Selfie on the way to the venue. Holy shit. Gettin' murried.

Friday was amazing. I couldn't have had another wedding. I wouldn't have been happy. And Derek being my husband makes me so fantastically pleased.

Today, Amber and I got matching tattoos.

There's mine! I went first. It hurt, but not that bad. 

Both of them together!!

They're the coordinates for where we met. My amazing husband pulled a favor and got us in on literally zero notice, we got a killer deal, and they look fantastic.

I wake up to go to Jamaica in 4 hours. I'm fucking terrified I'm going to die on the way there, or there, or on my way back. I'm so scared. I feel like I don't deserve this much happiness.

I just don't want to die. I want to travel to Jamaica with my husband, sleep in an ocean view suite, have sex, eat food, take pictures, swim in the ocean, come home, pack up, have Thanksgiving, go to Texas, and live my ordinary life with my extraordinary family.

I'm not one for prayer, but I'm as close to praying I get to do that as it gets.

I'm terrified.