Friday. :)

ON Friday, I went to the Poconos for my friend's wedding. There were four of us road tripping together, and it was planned that we would all meet at my house and leave from here, since I'm the most northern of everyone these days. One of my fellow road trippers said it would only take about 3 hours and 20 minutes to get to the venue, so we decided to leave around 1:00. We told the other two to be at my house by 12:30, because they are people who tend to be late (but they have a kid, so we still love them.)

Around 8:45, I met my soon-to-be-roommate to help him move stuff from his house to my house. Around 10:30, I was back at my house and trying to move stuff from my basement to my guest room. At 11:35 I stopped to make myself lunch. At 11:45 I realized I forgot to get the bride and groom their card and present, so I ran to Walmart. At 12:05 I was back at my house and in the shower, at which time my soon-to-be roomie showed up with some more of his stuff. At 12:15 I was out and trying on my dress, which wouldn't zip. STBR couldn't zip it up, either, and I thought I was going to have to change my whole outfit. At 12: 18 I was drying my hair (topless, because it was REALLY hot in my bathroom) when my BFF and fellow roadtripper came in and scared the ever-loving crap out of me by laughing at the fact I was drying my hair while topless. (At least she understood why). She got my dress zipped up and went to hang with STBR before the rest of the gang showed up. At 12:35, everyone was downstairs, waiting for me. At 12:50, STBR told me he wasn't moving in that day, as planned, but had been told he couldn't move out until September.  By 1:00, we were all in the car, BFF and I wearing our dresses, the others planning to change once we got there. The ceremony started at 5:00. According to the original plan, we would get there around 4:30.

I put the directions into my GPS, and saw that the trip was actually four and half hours, without traffic or bathroom breaks. Not three. That would put us there at 5:30, which should be right after the ceremony ended.

Normally, this would have made me a cranky, rotting, pissy, angry, anxious mess. But I truly wasn't upset. I knew BFF felt bad about not actually checking, so on one hand I didn't want to make her feel worse. But I also genuinely didn't mind all that much. We kind of played the licence plate game, stopped at a gas station called LIBERTY! to change, and I drove the mountain leg of the trip. WE actually made up most of our time, but got stuck in traffic and lost it all again. But still, it was fine.

We got to the venue right as the B&G were starting their "sand ceremony," where they poured two colors of sand together to represent each other. We saw them proclaimed as husband and wife, and we danced the night away. We ate good food and drank too much champagne (three extra glasses at our table! you can't waste that!) and then drove home (not right away, duh).

There were little hotdogs wrapped in a pastries, and delicious crab cakes. There was a cookie table and a candy table and cake and ice cream for all. The Bride looked beautiful in her dress, and the groom had his favorite beer with him for the evening. Everyone was happy, or at least looked it. It was a really, really nice night.

Best part of the day: Watching the Groom's family dance at their dinner tables, while seated, to "Sweet Caroline."

Quote of the day:
Megan: "I'm a super-trucker." and "Adam, he's on Bath Salts!"
Adam: "Who needs bath salts when you have hair spray in a car?"

Song for the Day: Sweet Caroline (BAH BAH BAH) good times have never been so good (SO GOOD. SO GOOD. SO GOOD.)