Last Friday PB and I headed up to NJ for Bud’s wedding. We got to drive the path of the Nor’easter, which was awesome.
OK, it really wasn’t that bad. But, I’m not a huge fan of driving through rain. Especially in the dark. Which is why PB drove the dark part.
We did not make the rehearsal (that was not unexpected, but I had assured Bud that I would still be able to read the next day- I couldn’t think of a reason I would wake up illiterate.) but we did make the rehearsal dinner. Food, wine, chocolate dessert. And making PB answer questions about renovating Peg’s bathroom.
We drove up to the hotel and checked in and apparently watched some Seinfeld (this will be important later), although what I remember watching is History Channel.
Saturday, we woke up, headed out to a diner. (NJ natives miss real diners.) (PB grew up in the town next to the one I grew up in.) (Am going for a record with the parentheticals.) Then we went shoe shopping because he’d determined that I needed a pair of flats to wear. In case the heels got too uncomfortable.*
We got dressed and headed over to the church where I checked out where I’d be speaking. Also, I put on the corsage. On my left hand. Which already had a bracelet on it. Thus endeth the story of how PB ended up holding my coat, my purse, and a silver bracelet.
The ceremony was lovely. Monkey was the ring bearer and did a fantastically adorable job. My reading went well, first according to the English speakers, but then the Spanish agreed. (I did a Spanish reading. A poem about “El verdadero amor.” True love. My brother would not let me switch to The Princess Bride speech.)
After resting up for a while in the hotel we headed out to the reception. I have never had more food at a wedding. I had to check with my mom; the cocktail hour spread was enough that I wasn’t sure there would be a dinner. Which, would have totally been ok.
Hey, guess what? My brother sat all the cousins together. It was a kids’ table!
Anyway, fun! Dancing! Food! Fondue!
Headed back to the hotel on the free shuttle bus.
The next morning, Bud called. “Hey, are you guys going down to breakfast anytime soon?” No. Because we a.) did not pay for breakfasts at the hotel and b.) are still in our pajamas and watching Mythbusters.
(Clearly we know how to party.)
Anyway, we eventually got ready to leave and went and saw Bud and the SIL (who needs a nickname.**) and gave them their gift, because hey, why bring that to the reception? You know, if you are a forgetful moron.
We then headed in search of bagels. For lo, the bagels in VA, they are not so good. We had bagel/bagel sandwiches for breakfast and then bought some to go home. As PB was waiting to pay, he made some reference I did not get.
WG: What?
PB: It’s from Seinfeld.
WG: I don’t remember that. Oh! But I saw the Soup Nazi episode the other day.
PB: I know. I watched it with you.
WG: Really?
PB: Yes, that was me.
WG: I have trouble keeping the men in my life straight.
*Heels were fine. Slight cuts on my big toes at the end of the night. As Apple put it, “If you don’t have big gaping wounds at the end of the night, the shoes are not a problem.”
** Possible choices: The Beerwench, for she and Bud home brew, La Cubana because of how well, Cuban, or just The SIL, which boring. Thoughts? Other suggestions?
(Oh, and I took no pictures. TRgirl, Randy, PB, they all have pictures. I’ll post some as I get ‘em.)
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