The Making of Bermes Franco

Braving the rapids at Machu Picchu, aka rehearsal dinner (photo courtesy of Ryan Smith)

So, Bermes is now Bermes Franco. Well, actually Angie Franco, but I prefer to call her Bermes forever and ever. She was a stunning bride with the most beautifulest of bridesmaids. Laurin and I were getting phone numbers all night. Okay, maybe just Laurin was.

There were little kerflaffels along the way (is that a word?), but everything worked out in the end. And let's be honest, if everything worked out perfectly I would have totally thought I was in the Twilight Zone or something, because this is Bermes we are talking about. One of my favorite moments is when she is sitting in the chair at the salon, getting her hair done, and she mentions to me that she thinks we have a limo coming, but isn't sure. Because, she reserved the limo, wrote his name down in a notebook, then left that said notebook in Fort Wayne. She called multiple limo services in Indianapolis, but alas could not find him. So, fingers crossed that he comes! And, guess what?! He did! He called her right before she walked down the aisle and then she told him she loved him.

The speech went well, although I was very nervous, and Jake criticized me on the delivery of the "Lord of the Rings" joke, but WHATEVER. People said they cried, gosh darnit. And that is all that matters.

I can't wait to see all of the beautiful photos of the day, especially because we traipsed through the Indianapolis Musuem of Art grounds for what seemed like hours as my feet were bleeding, and Jake was half undressed in his ill-fitting tuxedo. (that was a burn Bermes).

But, in all seriousness, it was a beautiful day, filled with lots of love and I was so happy to be a part of it.

I will leave you with Ryan braving the rapids. It looks as though he did not fair as well.



Impending doom or dance move?