He did not just do a Spiderman walk on the dancefloor..............

Oh, the pressure.

At least 5 times yesterday, I heard someone say, "Can't wait to see what you blog about this."

And, and someone came up to me at the wedding and said, "Are you Steph? I read your blog. I feel like I know you."

See Tony, you aren't the only one who gets recognized.

So, this blog should really be about Brian (I was told to call him that and not Scary out of respect that he just got married and all but hello, his nickname is a sign of respect. He still scares me. He lets me get away with NOTHING and it's his face I see as I look at the pretzel bag contemplating a salty treat. It's usually saying, "How's that nutrition going Steph?" (Sidenote; I was back on the BSP nutritional plan this past week and am ready to rumble with the new program he wrote for me starting today. And if you're going to go through hight protein and carb deficit, take a partner along for a ride. At moments of weakness in the CVS Halloween candy aisle, you can text for support. You and I are so on Newbury Street jean shopping when this is all over Sistah.) This blog was supposed to be about Brian and his beautiful new bride who is not scary in any shape, mean or form. She is the sweetest thing ever. But in reviewing the pictures, it became quite evident that this was going to be about someone else.

I was quite humbled when I got the invitation and immediately started looking for kid and dog sitters. I am not one to miss a wedding but honestly, was just really hoping I could catch one of the CP coaches shoving cake in their mouth. I really consider my CP friends like extended family and was so happy to be able to share this special day with the crew.

After awakening at the crack of dawn, getting the kids settled and dropping the dogs off we were headed to Maine by 8:30. After unexpectedly running into he who will be discussed at great lengths later in this entry on the road we finally arrive at the hotel with not much time to spare. We are unloading the car when I notice that the bag with the boots that took me 2 weeks to find, my nylons and the new Betsy Johnson bag is missing. Not there. Guess whose job it was to pack the bags in the car? Yeah, thanks a lot Mr. Black Socks.

Thank goodness Wife Spice always is prepared and thew in a pair of back up shoes just in case. If I hadn't I would have been wearing my Uggs and would have had to stop at the gas station to buy a bag of Cheetos and a Red Bull to complete my Britney look. Oh, and a Venti Frapuccino.

As we are approaching the town center I see this monstrous and grandeur Cathedral like church. I kiddingly say, "Wouldn't that be funny if that's where Brian is getting married?" HolyChobaniAlmonds, it WAS the church he was getting married in. My motherly instincts took over and suddenly I felt very nervous for him. I mean this place had Lady Di and Prince Charles could have gotten married in it written all over it.

Like always, Brian was as cool as a cucumber (with string cheese, remember, protein at all meals and snacks) and his bride looked stunning. Even my husband collector of black socks commented on how beautiful her dress was and how the tasteful the bridesmaids dresses were. See?

Oh, if only he looked that happy when telling standing there with the stopwatch telling me to "move it" during a circuit.

As I alluded to earlier, in reviewing the pictures and trying to come up with a theme to weave this lovely day together, it became quite evident that some um, unlovely pictures of someone else whom I adore like Scary I mean Brian but whom I also feel compelled to pile it on each time I see him (and he gladly reciprocating.) If Brian is the little brother I'm scared of then Tony is the little brother that I hide fake snakes in his bed so I can hear him scream like a little girl all while I lmao.

We walk into the country club for the reception and there is an inviting hot bowl of cider near the name card table. Tony heads over to get some. A few moments later I see him making a face and then see that he is trying to eat the cinnamon sticks left out for garnish.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to eat this."

"It's a cinnamon stick. You're not supposed to. It's to stir it."

I wish I could say that I was really grown up and mature and discreetly told him to throw it out but sadly, I was not and completely lost it. And major points to his extraordinary girlfriend (loves flamenco, awesome sense of humor, great taste, ate cake; listen to me now Tony do not screw this up or I will be sending you a copy of Anaconda along with your Best of Coldplay dvd) for not leaving when her date tried to eat the stirrer. (Of course later at the table I asked Tony if he'd like an acorn from the centerpiece to nibble on between courses.)

There were Vegas style bets on whether the great CP staff would actually have ONE drink or, or be even more reckless and have a piece of cake. I am happy to say that I did see them eat at least a bite of cake (the guy sitting next to me ate 2; guess those cinnamon sticks just weren't filling enough.) But boys and girls, don't try this at home without adult supervision. Look what happened to Mr. Magnificent Mobility aka Eric Cressey after one bite of cake and a few glasses of water.

I call this one The Dangers of Icing Consumption.

Before going in Tony asks me if I he could put something in my pocketbook (seeing how I had to take in the oversized bag since someone forgot my other one.) I agree thinking it will be his wallet or camera. He tells me he wants me to carry 3 cans of Spike. Um, no Tony. The "plan" was to put maybe a shot of vodka in the Spike. The only thing that made it in the Spike was ice.

Wow, double tounging the Spike there. Wild times at table 11.

Now, I have to admit that among being able to drink two Spikes at once, Tony does have two other great things going for him; he can "dress" (we'll forgive his maroon and red gym outfit) and he can dance. Seems his love for techno has done him so good. In fact all of the CP guys looked very dashing (their dates of course looked fantastic but that was completely expected) and hold on to your trap bar here, they can all dance. I write this with 100% sincerity. That front desk guy? Burning up the dance floor. And The Boss? Out there for consecutive songs; we're talking at least a half hour straight before taking a break. People, there was a time when I was on the dance floor with all of them dancing to Michael Jackson. You heard it here first.

Aquaman or maybe I should start calling him he who forgot his wife's bag, was kind of banking on the guys not to dance and was like "Oh no" when he saw everyone headed out to the dance floor. We have gone through major intensive dance therapy and he really is a lost cause. But now he has a new excuse. We're out there and I'm trying to tell him to loosen up and this is what he says, "You can't blame me. During my evaluation Tony said I have hip hinge issues and that's why I can't bend. That's why I can't dance." Thanks a lot Tony for giving him a valid excuse.

But out of all three of them, there was one that stood out with his Dancing with Stars moves. And I was smart enough to bring my camera out with me (as did the First Lady of CP.)

Here he is doing The Robot (but honestly, Front Desk guy's girlfriend was better at it.)

A little air guitar? Seriously though, points for the tie Tony. Fantastic color.

Okay, I'm not really sure what he's doing here. We were at the table taking a break and I look up and see him posing and instantly reach for the camera to capture this special moment.

Dude, do you deadlift? Sadly I did not have my camera with me when I caught him on the dance floor doing Spiderman walks with a hip lift. For those of you who have no idea what that is, it's a move they make us do doing our warm up. It's basically a stretch with a lunge. Not intended for the dance floor. At all.

We closed the place down and were able to bid farewell to Brian and Anna before they left on their honeymoon. It was so nice to catch up with everyone outside the gym and even nicer to see people in suits, dresses and black socks and not in wicking clothing.

I must say, we were a stunning table.

I knew a lot about the details of the wedding because Brian and I had talked about it. He had told me he and his mom were going to dance to Natalie Merchant's Kind and Generous. We all know how I feel about Natalie and I was so thrilled he picked that song. So as he is dancing with his mom I start to think about when my two get married and I lean over and whisper to Aquaman, "Just think one day Drew and I will dance. I can only hope he picks out such a beautiful song." He responds, "I'm betting he picks Tarantula by The Smashing Pumpkins."

OMG, wouldn't that be awesome moshing with my boy at his wedding????

Here's Natalie singing Kind and Generous and Break My Heart (and this version of the song will break your heart.)