Megan and Chris's Wedding in Lake Tahoe

My friends love destination weddings....well, I guess I should say I love destination wedding, too. So, when Megan said she and Chris had decided to get married in Lake Tahoe, I told her I was definitely in for that trip. We stayed at an awesome house that Megan found online that slept twelve very comfortably. We even tried to get more people to stay with us throughout the weekend. There are so many stories from that weekend that I can only give you a few of them.

Christine, Elizabeth and I flew from Dallas to Reno and cracked ourselves up most of the entire trip. There was a McDonald's incident (which I'll blog about later) and then finding out that Elizabeth crammed her dress that she was going to wear to the wedding into her purse. Yes, she had her dress folded up in her purse. Here's a photo of it:

The first night we all went for pizza and beer at The Lakeshore Bar. Either, we were tipsy and starving or that was the best pizza ever. The rest of the evening was spent laughing, telling stories and making fun of one another (that was pretty much the theme for the weekend).

Saturday, Christine, Emily and I went for a run in the morning. Surprisingly, we felt pretty good running at that altitude (Someone told me that we were about 6,000 ft above sea level). Then, it was off for manicures and pedicures. I love to be pampered. :) We had yummy hamburgers for lunch and our waitress entertained us the entire time. I think she's spent a little too much time smoking the bong. She answered everything with "cool" and thought we were "cool" girls...well, we are, of course.

Saturday night, we had a delicious meal prepared by Megan's dad. There was pulled pork, baked beans, grilled artichokes, and I can't remember what else. Oh, there was also a queso dip that was fantastic. It had a secret ingredient....I cannot tell you what it was.....though, some of us helped make the food so we know. It was YUMMY and someone mentioned they had never had queso dip before. All Texans were appalled by this statement.

Sunday, Celeste, Elizabeth, Colleen, and I went for 9 mile bike ride. I was an exercising machine this weekend! Go me! Poor Celeste was told the wrong way to change gears (we blame Elizabeth) and ended up making it nearly impossible to pedal as she was riding up hills. She thought she was way out of shape and come to find out...they way she was riding, Lance Armstrong would have been breathing hard trying to get up those same hills.

Sunday evening was what we had all been waiting for: the wedding. It was beautiful. Chris and Megan had planned an unbelievable ceremony and reception. The dinner was so good that I didn't want to stop eating and the dancing...oh, the dancing. I have no words to explain the awesomeness of Chris Gaines' dancing abilities. He brought out moves honoring Footloose, moonwalking, and NKOTB to name a few. I know there is video out there of him and Chris Shahan and I hope it's posted. There may have been some running man dancing, too.

Unfortunately, my camera batteries died after dinner, so, I don't have a lot of photos yet from then. Here are what I have so far:

The girls having a toast to Megan and Chris before the wedding.

The aisle that Chris and Megan walked down.

The view for the guests. The picture doesn't do it justice.

I think this is self-explanatory. :)

Boy, do we clean up nicely.

The table-setting. Nothing was overlooked and the meal was fantastic.

Like I said, there are so many stories from this past weekend. Thank you to Chris, Megan, and their families for making this trip so memorable. Congrats and I love you!

Memorable quotes from the weekend:

Brown Chicken, Brown Cow! (my favorite)

It's the altitude.

I squirted myself.

Save that.

I accidently went on a date with a lesbian.

Apple-bottom jeans.

I need a Nana.

Christine punched me in the face.

I'm not a lady because I don't have a pashima.

I look like a crazy aunt in this photo.

1, 2, 2....1, 2, 2....1, 2, 2....1, 2, 2....1, 2 2

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

If the bartender comes in, tell him that we went to Pete'n Peters. Here's my number.