I got iLife ’09 this weekend, but haven’t had a chance to install it. If I did I’d be recording a video and you’d be watching it. Instead you get a recap with words! You like those better anyway. Moving Picture Poppy isn’t as exciting as Pretends to be Literate Poppy. I’m aware.

So, yah, about the weekend… I wouldn’t call this a recap because (see disclaimer at the end), but I will be filling in some blanks to decrypt part of what I said before.

Friday night I went with Dawg to The Steff and Donkey’s wedding rehearsal and the dinner that followed it. I’d say the rehearsal went off without a hitch, and dinner was mostly ok.

The next day I got Dawg to Donkey’s house for 1:30pm so he could go with the guys in the limo in their monkey suits. I then rushed home, got dressed, and rushed back out to the church. When I got there I gave Donkey a kiss on the cheek and a “good luck” in his ear then sat with the only person I knew who wasn’t in that damn honking huge wedding party who was there at the moment: KC. I tried my best to take photos during the ceremony but I was too far back and the lighting was bad for that camera (shrug) so I took video of the event instead. Got Steff walking down the aisle, got Donkey and Steff saying their vows, got them kissing and walking away as husband and wife. On the way out the door we got bubbles!

After the nuptials Dawg went in the limo to the reception hall and I went home to eat ice cream and chill until it was actually time to be there for the por-tee then drove out to a castle in the middle of Long Island. When I got there I switched into my impossibly crazy-high almost stiletto boots and walked in the door. There were many highlights to that evening, but I have to vote hands down for the slow dances with Dawg. The world around me did not exist while we danced in small, slow circles. I would look into his eyes and feel such intense feelings for him that I would eventually have to look down and put my forehead against his with my eyes closed. If I’m ever in doubt of his love for me I think all he has to do is ask me to dance…

Yes, yes, YES, Poppy, get ON with it.

Spectacular food, great company, very good fountain soda Coke, piss-poor bathroom arrangements (bwahaha! anyway, who puts bathrooms UPstairs from the main ballroom [inside of which is the bar {at which people get dRunK}], where the stairs are made out of marble and are very slippery?!), a sufficient amount of drama, and the very best wedding favor I have received in my entire life:

That’s the “if I can’t have you NO ONE CAN!” murder knife for LOVErs. Or a cheese knife, whichever you prefer to think it as.

The next day I woke up before the alarm and cleaned the bathroom, put the laundry together, took a shower, then we went out to run errands and had a little breakfast at Georgia Diner before heading to the cemetery with Dawg’s mom, dad, and brother and Pudding, Pudding’s Other Half, and The Wolves. We did our thing for Baby Boy, gave each other hugs, said goodbye to Dawg’s brother who had to head home, then the rest of us headed to our next destination.

Can’t have 10 people get together but have no food, so we all went to The Sizzler. I don’t even have any idea what it’s like for the rest of the world when we all walk through a door. I can only imagine it’s a combination of annoyance plus pure amusement. We’re so loud and in the way and indecisive and jovial but keep-the-fuck-outta-our-bidniss. I just love being part of that group. And at dinner Pudding invited both me and Dawg’s mom to a sex party on March 22. If I bring a friend I get a free gift! Sooooo, Rachel and Robin, I am officially inviting you. Wanna go to Jersey for a “slumber party”? As Pudding’s Other Half put it, we’ll all be dressed in sexy lingerie, having a pillow fight. Should be HAWT. Oh, and the woman brings three gigantic suitcases with her so you most likely get to take your purchases home with you the same day.

After lunch-dinner it was home again. I put down a package I had foolishly opened earlier and the first thing Georgie did was stick her nose in it and yank a cat nip mousie that Aunt Frankie gave her (and the other girls, *ahem*) for being such good NYC kitties. Here’s Georgie playing with her mousie:

A catnap then BSG and Dollhouse while snuggling on the couch rounded out the weekend.

And now it’s Monday and today is show 3 of Lick. Slam. Suck. Please listen live at 8pm Eastern as we discuss something we hadn’t actually previously planned to discuss but are now due to some concern from the TequilaCon crowd: Lodging!

Disclaimer: This represents about 37.5% of the weekend’s notable moments. The rest of the notable moments are in the vault where they are to remain. Anything not mentioned in this post was intentionally omitted. Thank you for your cooperation and have a nice day. Doesn’t mean other people can’t tell The Rest of the Story.