The picture above was taken at the Heinbigner Celebration 'O Love moments before the bouquet toss. (*Note the sunny disposition) I went into this competition (the bouquet toss) with the utmost confidence for two reasons: I have 6 bouquets on my record, and I was "cheersing" with water all night. I figured this heightened awareness would give me an edge. As I approached the playing field the fear set in. Not only did I notice these girls were much taller than the 12 year olds I usually hip check into tables, but they started boxing out and pushing which signified to me they weren't messin' around. When Cloeter, a college buddy, yelled "Hicks I've got $10 on you" it ignited my need to fight dirty in order to win. I was pushing and elbowing girls of all ages, heights, athletic abilities as Nicki, the bride, assumed the position. It's too difficult for me to recap the rest, but let's just say it ended with a bruised body and ego.
Knowing my household allows nothing less of excellence, I texted Stephanie about my defeat in hopes she'd still let me come home. Regardless of her reply "Shameful. Don't even think about coming home." I slunk back to our house around 1:30am after driving a friend home. When I drove up I saw a truck in the driveway and assumed Steph had a friend over. As I dug through my purse, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to to say hi, and looked up to see it was Matt who had driven to Minnesota earlier that day after being gone for 4 months. I wasn't supposed to see him until today. I cannot describe how excited and happy I was to be able to actually hug him rather than the computer. It was like encountering Eminem at a PGA Tour or experiencing Michael Jackson wearing a sparkly glove on BOTH hands.
I didn't catch my 7th bouquet, but through such a loss I was able to confirm it is NOT my athletic ability Matt is after. Correction, it is not my flower catching ability he wants. Let's be honest, I'm still an athlete.
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