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August 1 2010 Sara Chin/Jesse Evangelista Wedding Austin Texas

I am so happy to be home! Don't get my wrong, Sara's wedding was gorgeous and I had a blast, but I also love when I see the Dallas skyline roll into view when I drive back into town. Just reminds me that this is my home and this is where I belong.
Sarom & Sara on the way up to the Chapel
http://www.chapeldulcinea.org/
Friday night Sarom Ricky and I left Dallas at 11:29pm. We would have gotten into Austin at 245am-ish but we went 10mins passed our exit. I didn't realize how much ground you can cover in 10 mins! So I ended up going to bed at 315am-ish. And then i was unable to get comfortable so I'm sure I tossed and turned for another 30 mins before it was finally off to la la land. Saturday we ad to leave the house at 11a to be at rehearsal. I woke up at 10:45 so i was forced to get ready in 15 mins. the hour drive there, hour rehearsal and sweating my butt off, 30 min drive  to rehearsal lunch location, hour and half lunch, 10 min drive to nail salon, 2 hours at the nail salon, 45 min drive back to the house, 1 hour nonconsecutive nap due to children yelling, laughing, crying, screaming, running up and down the stairs, 1 hr dinner, 36 mins to hit the shower and get ready to leave for the evening, 20 min drive into austin to drop off party favors with a friend for the wedding, 3 mins check in at hotel, 20 mins to get ready to hit up 6th street, 10 min drive from hotel location to 6th street, 8 mins to park and walk into club, 2 and half hours to bar hop, drink in moderation, shake what ya mama gave ya, 8 min walk back to the car and get back to the hotel, in bed by 330am-ish. 4am la la land. Sunday 8am up and showering for the BIG day! LETS GET MARRIED! out the door by 9:05am, one really bad song of 'going to the chapel and we're gunna get married sung by myself, off key, in the hallway. Run by HEB to up pastries, orange juice, 17 bottles of champagne, and one budlight keg...unable to buy alcohol because it's Sunday and you can't buy alcohol till 12:01pm. LAME! Call someone to pick up a guarder, find out where all the girls are at, pick up breakfast tacos,  drive to the central location for hair and make up for everyone that is not the bride, maid of honor or bridesmaid. 12pm maid of honor and bridesmaids go in for hair did, 1pm bride hair and make up, bride hungry send someone to get food, send grooms man to pick up the alcohol, forgot veil so its back to the house to finish hair and makeup for the other girls, back to the salon to pick up bride with veil in hand, back to get the rest of the girls, pile everything and everyone back into the cars, speed like a bat out of hell to the the chapel by 5:00pm to get dressed, get a call on the way and find out theres no budlight keg and opt out for 4 cases of budlight, met with the pastor, take pictures, get the bride dressed, make sure groom doesnt see bride, avoid drama, walk up a hill in heels, on gravel, in black dresses in 106 degree austin weather, fluff dresses, wait for cue to walk down the ale, in heels on gravel towards 46 friends and family, try not to fall in front of everyone and sit in the heat for an hour ceremony, lets get married.
Sara Chin- Evangelista August 1 2010
More pictures, find flip flops, pack everything back into the car, drive to reception location, drink, eat, dance, pack things back into cars, figure out whos where, whats where, whos going where, who to follow, who all is following, follow the wrong person, decide to leave austin at 130am, stayed awake for the entire rd trip home to ake sure ricky didnt fall asleep at the wheel, pit stop in waco, rolled into dallas at 330ish, unloaded truck, hit saroms couch by 430 am, woke up at 1236pm because mom was worried she hadnt heard from me, back to sleep woke up at 5pm, eat at canes, rent a movie, back to sarom's apartment, dad picked me up at 930, drove to moms work to pick her up from work, home, in bed, blogging at 438am.....the end!

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