Well its over.
The day started out literally pouring buckets. My date Eeman, calls me the night before to advise me that he has to take care of his brother and will be 30 minutes late. That's OK because we shouldn't need that extra 30 minutes.
He pulls up, opens the door for me and we're off. I have the directions and things are going well, we stop for gas before leaving town. Once we are on the parkway, I am trying to relax. I am really tense. I don't mean to be, but this is my family and the last thing I want to hear 6 months from now is "Typical Contessa - always late" from anyone.
So we are literally flying along the parkway and oh NO!!!!! A funeral procession. On the West bound side. This not only freaks me out, but it annoys the hell out of me because we are heading east bound. Rubber neckers drive me banana's! We are finally moving and we merge on to the south bound parkway and Eeman asks me what time we need to be there. I had to say 5 minutes ago. Its 11:20 and I'm starting the internal panic. He picks up his speed and I say - "wait! Can't you feel that??? We are being pulled in by the tractor beam!" That broke the tension a bit so he changes the subject and asks if my older sibling will be there and I respond with I don't smell any sulfur so probably not. Nor do I see any flying monkeys....
We pull in at 11:24. I run in and they are not ready - thank goodness. My family looks fantastic. I introduce my siblings to my date and we take our seats.
So they wedding goes well - inside - because its still pouring buckets. The wedding ends and Eeman steers me towards the bar and gets me a drink. Of course now everyone is in and the food starts being passed around and the pictures are being taken.
We are having fun now. Seeing people I haven't seen in years. Drinking, dancing, eating. Eeman has to leave to go to a gig. So he says goodbye to my family who he has charmed the hell out of all afternoon ( literally all of them LOVE him!)
I get on the party bus with everyone else and we head to The Nautical mile - the long way. On the local roads - at this rate we will get there in two days. We get the driver to change his route and this guy needs to seriously evaluate his career choice! Every time he made a turn - I was on the other side of the bus. The poor MOH was green from motion sickness.
The night ended at EB's where we all talked and drank and hung out. I walked down to ott's to catch Eeman's last set and then took a cab home. I found that somehow my new sister-in--law's garter ended up on my leg - not sure when or how!
The next morning I got myself dressed andn out the door for teh brunch my mom was holding. That was on the water, outside, gorgeous day. We had a lot of good food and fun, the kids were invited so there lots of little ones running around.
Mar emailed the pictures today which came out wonderfully!
The day started out literally pouring buckets. My date Eeman, calls me the night before to advise me that he has to take care of his brother and will be 30 minutes late. That's OK because we shouldn't need that extra 30 minutes.
He pulls up, opens the door for me and we're off. I have the directions and things are going well, we stop for gas before leaving town. Once we are on the parkway, I am trying to relax. I am really tense. I don't mean to be, but this is my family and the last thing I want to hear 6 months from now is "Typical Contessa - always late" from anyone.
So we are literally flying along the parkway and oh NO!!!!! A funeral procession. On the West bound side. This not only freaks me out, but it annoys the hell out of me because we are heading east bound. Rubber neckers drive me banana's! We are finally moving and we merge on to the south bound parkway and Eeman asks me what time we need to be there. I had to say 5 minutes ago. Its 11:20 and I'm starting the internal panic. He picks up his speed and I say - "wait! Can't you feel that??? We are being pulled in by the tractor beam!" That broke the tension a bit so he changes the subject and asks if my older sibling will be there and I respond with I don't smell any sulfur so probably not. Nor do I see any flying monkeys....
We pull in at 11:24. I run in and they are not ready - thank goodness. My family looks fantastic. I introduce my siblings to my date and we take our seats.
So they wedding goes well - inside - because its still pouring buckets. The wedding ends and Eeman steers me towards the bar and gets me a drink. Of course now everyone is in and the food starts being passed around and the pictures are being taken.
We are having fun now. Seeing people I haven't seen in years. Drinking, dancing, eating. Eeman has to leave to go to a gig. So he says goodbye to my family who he has charmed the hell out of all afternoon ( literally all of them LOVE him!)
I get on the party bus with everyone else and we head to The Nautical mile - the long way. On the local roads - at this rate we will get there in two days. We get the driver to change his route and this guy needs to seriously evaluate his career choice! Every time he made a turn - I was on the other side of the bus. The poor MOH was green from motion sickness.
The night ended at EB's where we all talked and drank and hung out. I walked down to ott's to catch Eeman's last set and then took a cab home. I found that somehow my new sister-in--law's garter ended up on my leg - not sure when or how!
The next morning I got myself dressed andn out the door for teh brunch my mom was holding. That was on the water, outside, gorgeous day. We had a lot of good food and fun, the kids were invited so there lots of little ones running around.
Mar emailed the pictures today which came out wonderfully!
I have to say that though it was a nice weekend, I am a little bit sad. My good friends, Jax and Jen were really superb in talking me through it. Jax commented that Eeman was the ideal date to deflect and get me through this and she would know. Jen completely understood the sadness as her sister-in-law went through that too - and she was actually in the wedding party ( Snaps to my buddy - she always does the right thing! ). I spent yesterday with her and the twins ( 3 yrs). We had such a good time.
I rounded my weekend out with a tear in my cornea - AGAIN. Its God's way of telling me to stop going to weddings in the fall. Two years ago almost to the day, I attended the Diva's wedding and got a tear in my cornea. So here I am with another one. It's not nearly as painful as the first one and it is healing.
So all is said and done.
2 comments:
What do you DO at a wedding to tear your cornea? Is there something like a 'dollar dance' where you put on gloves and box the groom? Are you facing INTO the rice when they throw it? Do you not get the 'tissues are to be used on the perimeter of the eye and not the actual seeing part?'
Hey I work REALY hard at this. Do you hhave any idea the kind of time and planning that goes into tearing one's cornea????
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