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Aug. 10th, 2009 12:14 pmHad a lovely weekend away from home. Went to a wedding of a friend, which was in the town next to where I grew up. Although she did not live there when I did (instead, she grew up near where Chuckro grew up, but none of us met until college - weird coincidence). It was strange being back, since my parents moved away from the area right after my wedding.
Fortunate, though, since I knew my way around. Which helped when traffic made us incredibly late. We'd planned to have well over an hour to spare (for a drive that should have taken an hour and a half), and dashed into the church 30 seconds before the processions began. Which was better than most people from New York, some of whom just made the vows (after having to change in a rest stop on the Jersey Turnpike) and some of whom missed the vows entirely. Stupid traffic. But lovely wedding anyway.
The next morning I was supposed to go to the beach to meet my parents, who had come up from DC. The next morning was a torrential downpour with the occasional burst of thunder. We went anyway. My father insisted that it would clear up after lunch - and lo, the clouds obeyed. Lovely beach visit, perfect waves.
Finally got home, after more traffic. Made dinner, unpacked, and then passed out. Chuckro didn't believe me when I said I had fifteen minutes of verticality left. Until I slept for an hour face down on the bed where I'd basically collapsed. And then demanded to go to bed at 9:30.
Fortunate, though, since I knew my way around. Which helped when traffic made us incredibly late. We'd planned to have well over an hour to spare (for a drive that should have taken an hour and a half), and dashed into the church 30 seconds before the processions began. Which was better than most people from New York, some of whom just made the vows (after having to change in a rest stop on the Jersey Turnpike) and some of whom missed the vows entirely. Stupid traffic. But lovely wedding anyway.
The next morning I was supposed to go to the beach to meet my parents, who had come up from DC. The next morning was a torrential downpour with the occasional burst of thunder. We went anyway. My father insisted that it would clear up after lunch - and lo, the clouds obeyed. Lovely beach visit, perfect waves.
Finally got home, after more traffic. Made dinner, unpacked, and then passed out. Chuckro didn't believe me when I said I had fifteen minutes of verticality left. Until I slept for an hour face down on the bed where I'd basically collapsed. And then demanded to go to bed at 9:30.
