Wednesday, September 04, 2013


Jon and I drove up to Gardnerville, Nevada this past weekend for my best friend Christa's wedding. I try to keep the cheese to a minimum on this blog because I'm really not a gushy, emotional sort of person, but it was one of the happiest weekends of my entire life. As I put it in an email to my sister Corinne, "So so so amazing. I've never seen Christa like that - so happy and radiant...She was just glowing and happy and beautiful and it made me want to cry the entire time...And the reception was so freaking fun. I saw almost everyone I would have ever wanted to see and avoided everyone I was dreading seeing. Ate good food, danced, laughed until I almost peed. Basically it was an entire weekend of just feeling loved, and having so much love for everyone around me that I felt like I would explode."

So much for not being cheesy!


On the drive between Phoenix and Vegas, where we stopped at Darcy and Lianna's for a night.

I will never stop laughing.

We dug through Lianna's old pictures and found some gems. Me at Girl's Camp.

Michelle, Christa, my eyes. There's another one we found that made me start screaming uncontrollably. It's reserved for a future blog post. (You will die.)

The drive between Vegas and Reno is the saddest stretch of road I've ever seen. Brothels, barren landscape, and a garbage town every 100 miles. We had no choice but to stop at this alien center to pee, and I didn't realize until I walked in the front door that it's internally connected to that pink whorehouse out back. On our return trip the words "Good, cuz I don't wanna have to stop at the alien whorehouse again" were uttered. Quote of the trip.

My old house!
The Yosemite fire is blanketing the entire Carson area in smoke, hence the haziness of the above photo. The night before the wedding, Jon was complaining to Christa's dad that we couldn't hardly even see the mountains. George replied, "Give it ten minutes." Ten minutes later...

Everyone said it was the first time they'd seen blue sky in 12 days.

Barbecue in Minden Park the night before the wedding.

Love her.

We got a sneak peek of the reception hall that night. It was Christa's first viewing, as well. I love this picture of her joyfully taking it all in.

The morning of the wedding. Thanks for the clear conditions and blue skies, George (and Jesus)! The very next morning, the smoke returned.
Okay, photo overload ahead.

The reaction of the groom's mom, niece, and nephew to the far right of this picture made me tear up when I noticed it.


Immediately calling out for her little sister, who wasn't in the temple for the ceremony.

Locating Emily.

I threatened the entire weekend to steal that little redheaded girl.

Favorite. Look at her dad in the temple doorway.
Classic Christa (luncheon directly after the ceremony)

At the reception

Old friends

First dance, serenaded by her dad


Garrett and Christa, the happy couple

"Now take a candid picture of us dancing!"

Then it was over :( We stopped in Vegas again on our way back. Jon playing dolls with Pearl. (Notice something on the wall?)

The end.