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ursamajorfriday: i flew! in a plane! in a hop so short they had only just served my lemonade when the pilot told us to hurry up and down our drinks because it was time to prepare for landing. and i sat next to two women and made fun of their boyfriends across the aisle and spied on their cribbage game (and tried giving the closer guy some tips because good lord, he was bad. i think he would've been bad even without the jack flowing through his system, but oh well.
and despite having purchased my one-way ticket wednesday morning, i got no extra scrutiny or searches whatsoever. i ain't complaining! :D though i did have a wistful moment when over the loudspeaker, i heard, "c'est l'appel final pour le vol 321 d'air france, avec le service à l'aéroport charles de gaulle; tous les passagers doit procéder immediatement à la porte e1." and half of me wondered if i could somehow manage to talk my way onto that plane and be in paris in the morning. but then i would miss chris and doug's wedding, so i didn't. but i do need to get out of the country again this summer. maybe sneak up to montréal for a weekend in late july or august or something.
and then there was a
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memerath, and driving to princeton, and catching up, and me being the navigating star with her maps, and a twangy country version of gin and juice which i must acquire. must. and then an elemmire7 and a fractalspackle and the scent of em's banana bread wafting out the door, and more late-night catching up.saturday: and then sleep. and then waking up crazy early and battling with the cantankerous water heater, and packing, and more navigating starriness, and then mass. and call-and-response that i actually remembered the bulk of pretty well, seeing as the last time i set foot in a catholic church was 17 years ago. none of my actual ceremony photos came out, but that's okay. plus i think we all sat on the "wrong side." if there was a wrong side. but that was the only place there was enough space free.
but just getting out of the car, all prettified and sundressed and suited, and seeing the clump of faces i recognized among the crowds in the parking lot, and the warm sun, and i could've burst with happiness.
the ceremony itself was fairly simple; catholic ceremony on the shortish side. unfortunately, the priest was mumblish, so we couldn't understand most of what he was saying, but the people closer to the front were laughing, at least. lots of poppiness on the dance floor, but chris and doug's first dance was an elegant foxtrot and i wish i'd thought to record it, but i wasn't at a good angle anyway, even with my innate ability to maneuver myself to the front of just about any crowd. (being only five feet tall helps. :) ). and running back and forth between our table and the dance floor and looking around at my girls, having seen most of them at meg's wedding eight months previous, and feeling that same sense of cameraderie, just letting loose. and seeing my boys! oh,
slwands. oh, theconvictor. oh, junx. still that constant comedy routine after nine years, that comfort, the flirtatious fun. whacking scott on the ass multiple times with my heels which came off maybe an hour into the reception. well, not with the actual pencil heels, the flat part where the balls of your feet rest. lifting vic off the ground and whirling him around like i did at brent's wedding. walking like an egyptian. chris and doug donning smocks before see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, eight years later.
also, they're next. ♥
and then it was off to change! marcie and i were the only ones who'd actually hauled our mitts over, but luckily she had a ball, so we got to the park before everyone else and started tossing around. and then frisbee, and whiffle ball and soccer, and hula hoops and the playground for everybody. and doug and chris had bride-and-groom baseball caps, which were the cutest things EVER. and then the bride and groom took off for their honeymoon, and mak and i went over to our hotel to shower up and change into outfit #3 and dinner at otto's brau haus, with lots of meat and beer, and more meat and beer. and actually, pretty good latkes, though they needed more applesauce to go with.
and ending the day chilling with my girls in the hotel hot tub. (well, plus ruza's guy, but he only had eyes for her, so it was all fine and good. :) ) there's just something very comforting about being able to lie around in nothing more than bikinis and undies, massage jets pounding away at the kinks in your back, and then leaping out of the jacuzzi to plunge into the pool, splashing your friends playfully. plus? cute bikini *cough*! (sky blue with stitched-in sort of wave patterns.)
sunday: seven friends, almost all of whom have all dated in combination at some point, sitting around a diner table in suburban philadelphia cracking jokes about (pastry) racks? with bottomless coffee for $1/person and hotcakes and scrapple? for UNDER $50? awesome. we need better cheaper all-night diners in boston.
and then it was time to start the long haul home, gradually bidding farewell to everyone as our cars split off in different directions. mel and i made a few stops along the way - the pepboys to try to replace her rearview mirror that fell off because the glue melted in the heat; the dyeables shoe store to pick out bridesmaid shoes for the next wedding; pathmark for car snackies; the last rest stop on the garden state parkway for gas. lots of random wandering through little mid-atlantic and new england towns when we got tired of the highways. dinner at the rustic oak in north haven, and then the familiar 91-84-90-95-2 stretch home. eight hours with stops and wandering to go 300 miles, not bad :)
i have awesome friends, and i am so very lucky to have them.
