Ok, I have a funny/embarassing/gross story for you. First of all, nothing to do with the story, my fiance and I are getting married this September 23rd. He proposed to me while we were snowshoeing at a local golf course on February 5th of this year. We have been dating for 7 years. I'm very excited for the wedding!!

Ok, so now, my story:

My brother got married about 7 years ago. The wedding and reception were both at a hotel in town. First of all, during the ceremony, my brother got such a bad anxiety attack that he kept wabbling and almost knocked down the arch they stood under during their vows. He actually ended up having to sit in a chair so he wouldn't pass out. We finally made it through the ceremony and onto the reception. My brother had just recently turned 21 so he was begging me to take tequila shots with him (which I can't stand), but being it was my brother's wedding, I gave in. Oh boy, here's where the fun began.

1st embarassing moment: the DJ played a Britney Spears song, I got a chair, put it in the middle of the dance floor and proceeded to lip sink and dance on the chair to the song. I don't remember much at all after that.

2nd embarassing moment: After what must have been a lot of shots and a lot of dancing, I didn't feel so hot. I went to our hotel room and felt horribly sick, my sisters came up with me to make sure I was ok. I decided that the toilet wasn't big enough so yes, I threw up in the bathtub. My sister, Kiki, was holding my hair and singing to me. My other sister, Cindy, told her to stop singing, it probably wasn't helping and Kiki said "It's Gena singing". Ha! Yeah, in between the puking!

3rd embarassing moment, and I have a picture to prove it: I finally stopped throwing up and decided to make the cold bathroom floor my bed. I apparently folded up some toilet paper into a neat little square "pillow" and fell asleep on it. Funny thing is, There was a towel on the floor by my knee. Then, the next morning, I was too hung over to go to the gift opening. I didn't feel horrible, only because his wife was a witch and nobody knew why he was marrying her. They divorced less than 2 years later. She ended up cheating on my brother with his best friend. I felt horrible for my brother, but glad that he would be rid of the "witch".

I definetely won't be drinking much on my wedding night. I certainly want to remember it! I haven't shared this story with many people, but it is quite humorous after-the-fact. Just let me know if you'd like me to e-mail you the picture of me sleeping on my toilet paper pillow.

Thanks for listening.