Friday
6am: Jenny and I begrudgingly get out of bed, shower, and zip up our suitcases.
7am: We leave for the airport
9am: Fly from BWI to Hartford, CT
10:30am: Get picked up at Hartford
11am: Screw up the crafty bridal scrapbook we were asked to help on.
11:30am: Run out of double-sided tape.
12noon: Run to crafts store. Give up and go to bride's house for lunch.
2pm: Nails (note to self: get a freaking manicure every once in awhile, if only for the kick ass shoulder massage!)
5:30pm: Rehearsal
6pm: Rehearsal dinner
10pm: Karaoke in the hotel bar. Drinks. Shots. Singing. Until 3am.
Saturday
7am: Wake up, forced to shower by Jenny even though I just showered yesterday (and I washed my hair!)
8am: Dunkin Donuts run
8:30am: Arrive at salon. Beg hair and makeup stylists to be gentle with me. Requests for a bobby-pinless 'do and foundation-less makeup are honored. All is good. Take a mini-nap in one of the hair washing station chairs to avoid messing up hair.
11:30am: Change into dresses
12noon: pictures in hotel, pictures in lobby, pictures picture pictures
2pm: arrive at church. Realize we haven't eaten since 8am. Shove a mangled South Beach Diet bar down my throat before walking down the aisle. Manage not to trip.
2:30pm: Witness Clippy's MARRIAGE!! Make it through the ceremony without crying!
4pm: More pictures
6pm: Reception. Much eating. Much drinking. More eating. More drinking. Dancing. More eating and drinking. Some crying.
1:30am: Fall into bed.
Sunday
7am: Wake up. Shower, pack bags. Meet car driver in the lobby, just as he is about to leave because he didn't find your name on the hotel registry. Um, sir? Maybe you were going to call my cell phone WHICH I GAVE YOU MYSELF before assuming I'd just up and left? Because sometimes people stay with other people, and only give one name to the hotel? It happens sometimes. And you almost seriously screwed me.
7:30am: Drive to Boston Logan airport.
9:30am: Check in for flight.
10am: Go through security.
10:01am: Vomit in Logan bathroom.
10:02: Vomit again.
10:05: More puking.
10:10: Purchase altoids, gum, and vitamin water.
10:15: Feeling much, much better.
10:55: Board plane. Fly to San Francisco.
2:30pm (Pacific Time): Arrive in SFO. Buy burrito. Devour burrito.
3:30pm: Arrive at hotel. Make out with king sized bed. French kiss gigantic flatscreen TV. Shove Bliss products in my toiletries bag.
4:00pm: Work meeting. Many jokes about why I am not wearing my bridesmaid dress are made (har har, that's the last time I tell people about my recurring nightmares about forgetting to pack a work outfit)
6pm: Reacquaint myself with the internet after two and a half days of being completely offline.
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So, hello, internet! I've missed you. I'm so exhausted that I've moved from "tired" to "completely delirious" and I am looking forward to Tuesday, which will be devoted entirely to recovering from the Longest Weekend Ever, more than I can put into words.
Did I miss anything?
Oh my goodness. That sounds like a wringer of a weekend! Go you for being such a trooper.
If you have time/interest, I highly recommend trying out Chow, Frjtz Fries, and Stelline. They're all restaurants my former SF co-workers took me to and I would love to go back to any of them.
Posted by: RA | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 08:41 AM
Sounds like a classic pal's wedding weekend!!
Although, doesn't hungover throwing up serve as a great reminder of why, exactly, you're glad to be out of college? Maybe it doesn't for you. But it does for me.
Posted by: Laurel | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 10:00 AM
yeah...you forgot to post pictures of you in your fancy dress with your fancy hair and make-up.
(But don't post pictures of fancy vomit. Okay?!)
Posted by: Isabel | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 01:05 PM
Just reading this made me tired! I'm glad you survived!
Posted by: -R- | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 02:09 PM
It there a lower low in life than hungover vomiting in an airport bathroom? You are a trooper, my friend.
Posted by: janet | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 09:14 PM
Got your text about Clippy...i would have responded but i think at the point in the evening (ok maybe late late afternoon) i was already well on my way to spending my sunday much like you hurling in the toilet...can you please come back from your biz trip so we can get teh cutest kitten in the world?!!?! i promise all my drinking escapades are over and ill be a good mom!
Posted by: lizzy | Tuesday, October 30, 2007 at 02:14 PM
Oh goodness, that is seriously one marathon weekend! Can't wait to see pics; although I'm with Isabel, no vomiting pics. :o)
xox
Posted by: heidikins | Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 01:55 AM