Day 1128 Drama

 

One more photo from the wedding—still recovering from all the fun and the late night! Tim often accuses me of only writing about the "good stuff," so I’ll backtrack a bit just for him.

We left for the wedding later than we wanted to, since we were giving my son-in-law a ride (my daughter had gone earlier in the day to do the bride’s hair). We arrived at the hotel just as a fire alarm was going off, the piercing noise making it impossible to think as we tried to check in.

First order of business at check-in was Tim’s ID for confirmation. That’s when he realized he’d left it at home—along with his credit cards and entire wallet. I showed my ID and since we have the same last name it sufficed. My credit card got flagged for suspicious activity, so thankfully, my son-in-law quickly handed over his. Both Tim and I have Apple Pay and Apple Wallets, so we easily could have pulled up another card, but the screeching fire alarm made thinking nearly impossible.

We all had to go outside and wait for the fire department to clear the building, so there we sat—bags in hand—waiting until it was safe to re-enter. Once inside, we changed quickly and just made the bus that was taking all the wedding guests to the venue, about thirty minutes away, deep in the woods.

My purple heels were fabulous, but definitely not made for the rocky dirt road leading to the hilly wedding site. We found my daughter and great seats perched up on the hill, looking down onto everyone. My dress was perfect, after stitching up the plunging neckline that would have been x rated without a stitch or two! 

That’s when we saw the groom’s mom, absolutely stunning in a long gown embroidered with flowers—she looked amazing. But then, not far behind her, came her sister-in-law… in the exact same dress! Ugh. Definitely not planned, and I’m sure it was horrifying for her. Note to self: always bring a plan B dress, just in case. Although in this case, I would’ve made the sister-in-law change!

That’s pretty much all the wedding drama, and none of it dimmed the happiness that radiated from the bride and groom. So all was well.

We capped it all off with a great breakfast before heading home—with plans to attend a wake later that day. Talk about emotional whiplash! I'd much rather witness the beginning of a beautiful marriage than the heartbreak of a grieving spouse.

Life really does serve up a full range of moments, sometimes all in one weekend.