i've never pretended to have sea legs or anything close to them. i'm surprisingly unsteady on flat, still ground and i'd never think to boast of being able to hold my own on the ocean. i think after having watched (and fallen in love with) leo in titanic circa 5th grade i just had this thing about boats...they're cool from afar, but i'm not going to bust a move to get on one. because of my anti-boat mentality, i've never developed the knack for walking on the unsteady. and yes, for the record, i am in fact a slightly clumsy child and tend to run into things and fall over at least once a day. but don't worry, bruises are a good look for me.
anyways, i think people that have honed their sea leg skills had the upper hand this weekend at the beach wedding i was in. before i get into the sea leg lesson, i'm going to share the most important deets from the joyous event. first off, i was honored to be a part of this beautiful weekend. the bride worked so hard making sure everything would be just perfect and in the end, it truly was stunning. we did nails (well okay, i did mine in the car as i was driving to the beach the day before, which is perfectly safe if you're as good as i am), we did hair (i opted for a low side pony in hopes to kick the wind in the butt and yes, by the end of the day it was megan - 1, wind - 0), we made bouquets (everyone should try this - SO fun!), we had a bridesmaid breakfast, and we did countless other wonderful wedding things (including having the reception at the aquarium!).
in fact, the weekend was so wonderful i'd say we do it again. maybe for their 3 month anniversary? i'll go ahead and start planting that seed of an idea. i think it'd be a hit. and i can promise that the second time will result in much more graceful aisle-walking by yours truly. i mean, don't get me wrong. walking down the aisle is slightly awkward whether you're in a church, in a park, or at disney world (where my wedding will be one day) due to the whole everyone-is-looking-at-you-and-should-you-look-back-at-them-or-look-straight-ahead-or-at-your-groomsman AND how-do-you-smile-and-not-look-fake AND what-do-you-do-if-your-groomsman-makes-you-laugh? aisles really are just a recipe for uncomfortableness.
naturally all of these thoughts were cruising through my head as my groomsman and i began our walk down the beach, but i also had the added concern of my lack of coordination when it comes to walking on sand. i don't know how those baywatch girls made it look so easy. every time i would take a step my foot would become completely covered with sand and i just knew thousands of little sand spurs were waiting to take me down. i'm pretty sure it was less of a graceful walk and more of a clumsy sway. lucky for me, the bride had paired me with someone i deemed to be a professional sand walker. unfortunately for him, my lack of coordination likely resulted in bruises on his arms due to me holding on for dear life. (side note: the bruises might also be there because when we were practicing, my hands were cold so i continued to hold on longer than was appropriate because it was warmer that way. i realize now that strangers get nervous when you don't let go of their arms.)
despite my obsessive worrying over the sand walking, i think we did fine. the groomsman didn't let me fall, he only made me laugh a few times (which i'm sure resulted in some really attractive open-mouth shots that i can only hope the photographer captured), and i didn't have to push him in the sand and walk alone because he was walking too fast (something that i had threatened). i don't know if the groom and his g-men practiced their walks or if they all grew up on boats, and i don't really even know if the rest of them had as good of sea legs as mine, but in the end i decided i really should work on my own sea legs. i mean, what if next time i need to be the solid walker? a girl can't always count on having a sailor around to drag her down the aisle.
after the bride and groom return from their beautiful honeymoon, i really do need to remember to thank them for giving me an experienced sand walker. let's be honest, their conversation probably went like this: "oh megan has to go here because you know, she's kind of unsteady in daily walking situations...can you imagine her on the sand? yikes!"
i also need to remember to let go of people's arms before they start to think i'm creepy.
