Don't Look Back in Anger...

I heard this song on the way back from Oklahoma and I decided to try and adopt the title as a motto for the crappy week I just had. Just as I was getting over hating myself over the car incident last week, I experienced a woman's worst nightmare: My purse was stolen. Again, something that could have been prevented if I was more careful, but I know, that not one girl could honestly say they always, 100% of the time, have their purse on them. So I'm trying to just accept that it happened and move on without being so dad gum ticked off. Don't look back in anger.

Let me paint the picture for you:
After the post-rehearsal dinner live music & wine party, a large group of friends went to the hotel bar for some cocktails and more catching up. It was a small area, and our group definitely dominated the space... just adding to my comfort level to leave my purse on a chair. We were not there very long before we decided to call it a night. At this point, one would typically grab their purse and head up to the hotel room.

This is when the panic set in. I had not left the 5 foot radius I was standing in... not even to go to the bathroom. I looked under tables, in the bathroom, under chairs... many other people starting helping and the hotel security guard also searched the bar and lobby. No luck. It was stolen.

I had heard in the past that when you are robbed you feel very vulnerable and violated. I didn't think those emotions would apply to a purse, but it certainly did. I laid awake all night feeling that very way. Someone could (and most likely was) looking at all my personal information. Sickening. I consider myself a glass half full kind of gal, so I tried to focus on the positive:

1. E had the car keys (that would be the keys to my rental from my earlier incident)
2. The hotel was already paid for
3. I was with E and many friends who could help me out
4. I had just cleaned out my purse and taken out important things like my work badge, my iPod, important papers for work, checkbook, etc.
5. I downloaded the pictures from my camera before I left

See, there is a silver lining. Regardless, I pretty much hated humanity that night and felt depressed Saturday morning. E tried to cheer me up by driving us to Norman to show him (a staunch Texas fan no less) OU and my favorite college town full of memories.

"Larceny" (what the police officer said, for some reason it made it seem like a much bigger deal) aside, the weekend was a lot of fun. The wedding was absolutely gorgeous and. The ceremony was incredibly beautiful. They had a vocalist with a very folksy, deep voice that sang several songs. This song was my favorite! I wish I could have taken a picture of how Emily looked coming down the isle. (no camera, remember. grr... don't look back in anger...) She looked so peaceful and happy. The church faced west, so when she was standing in front of the windows before she walked down the aisle, her floor-length veil was illuminated by the sun and she looked almost heavenly, like an angel. Gorgeous. Oh, and she walked down the aisle to bagpipes!! The bagpipe player was in a kilt and everything. It was awesome!

The reception was a blast with lots of old friends from high school and college. Live band. Great food. We threw bird seed when they left which I have never done. Everyone after-partied at one the usher's house that was just like a house party in college. Keg in the garage and music from a laptop attached to huge speakers and everything. :)

Highlights:
- Seeing so many old friends
- Showing E around OU and Norman on a gorgeous day
- Listening to E try and pronounce all the Indian words. Thinking about that still makes me laugh
- Watching the beautiful ceremony
- E and I being the first on the dance floor. Just us and the kids dancing to the Beatles, "I Saw Her Standing There"
- Reason to upgrade my old iPhone to the new one :)