Mike and Shanna’s Wedding Weekend 2013 has come and gone. It’s all over now except the recap. Remember that last paragraph in my pre-travel post where I cheekily promised to divulge all the juicy details from our much anticipated weekend, even though I promised Ed I wouldn’t? Yeah, well, my old friend The Universe read that post, too. The Universe must have called Karma up to let her know what I had planned and Karma, that bitch, dealt a me preemptive strike. There are no juicy details to report, folks, because yours truly got a nasty case of food poisoning at lunch last Friday. That’s why last weekend was also Clare and Ed’s Sexy-Time Weekend That WASN’T 2013.I’m fairly certain Ed will never let me live down the fact that I refused to eat at Chic-fil-A because “you can get that anywhere.” You know what you can’t get just anywhere? E coli (suspected) contamination. Apparently, you need to eat at small, local restaurants for that. I do take great pride in the fact that as sick as I was: a) I made it to the wedding; b) I looked damn good at that wedding; and c) I dragged my ass around Atlanta the next day even though I felt like hammered doo-doo. I am a champion, but enough about that.
I’ve tried to write this post a few times and it just keeps getting out of control. So, I’m just going to bite the bullet and spit it out. Here, without further ado, are some random thoughts about our weekend in Atlanta:
1. Spending a few days away from the newest member of our family made something clear to Ed and me, a fact we’ve tried to deny until now. Rupert is the new Oliver. Don’t tell Oliver. I wasn’t sure I could leave Rupert for 3 days. I actually cried when we dropped him off with the dog sitter. Seriously, I cried like I was leaving my human child for the weekend. Before you roll your eyes and judge me harshly, let me say that I’m not the only one that dog has wrapped around his bony, little paw, either. The first thing Ed said when we woke up Sunday was, “I can’t wait to go get Rupert.” When we discussed our family with our table mates at the wedding dinner, we showed them pictures of Rupert, not Oliver. On the other hand, we did take a silly picture of ourselves outside the Atlanta Costco. We texted it to Oliver with a note saying, “Thinking of you, XO!” Cute and silly. Right? Oliver’s response? “You sent me a picture of yourselves outside the place where I work, but in a different state. What’s up with that? Was that supposed to be funny or something?” Is it any wonder we are fazing him out?
2. I made way too big a deal out of flying. The TSA wasn’t interested in me at all. Ed, on the other hand, forgot to take the change out of his pocket. The TSA dude spent a long time feeling Ed’s inseam and very little time on the outside seam, where the actual change was. This was no quick pat down, if you know what I mean. Ed didn’t seam to mind.
3. I’m going to say something that’s liable to get me in trouble, but it’s true. First, I’ll issue a little CMA disclaimer – I love Texas. I love being from Texas. I’m proud of Texas and I love Houston; however, now I understand why people say Houston is ugly. Sorry, Houston. Atlanta is beautiful. Houston isn’t. It makes me sad, but it’s the truth. Also, although the hotel service was terrible, everyone else I met in Atlanta was very friendly. It was a nice city, full of nice people. I’d move there.
4. Mike and Shanna’s Wedding was amazing from beginning to end. Shanna, who’s one of my new favorite people, is a class act. We were greeted at the hotel with a goody box and a handwritten note thanking us for coming. Special touches like that made the wedding weekend an amazing experience.
I didn’t get any good pictures of Mike and Shanna because I was too far back, but here’s a good one of Ed and me. Remember, I was hopped up on Imodium and Gatorade, so this is REALLY good!
5. I am a disorganized planner. Make sense of that, if you can. I plan. I plan a lot, but I never seem to plan enough or maybe I just don’t plan the right way. Now that the trip is over, I can think of so many things I wish we’d done. For instance, I wish we’d gone to the CDC, especially AFTER I got poisoned, but mostly as a Walking Dead sight-seeing thing. I wish I’d done a little more Gone With the Wind research so I could have bored Ed with even more GWTW sight-seeing. If we’d had more time, we would have taken the tour at the Fox Theater, which is fabulous on the outside! The tour at the Margaret Mitchell House was alright, but $26 was a lot to pay to tour 3 rooms.
Finally, even though things didn’t exactly go as planned on our trip to Atlanta, we still managed to have a good time. We’re looking forward to traveling again soon. The only problem is I don’t want to leave the dog. Excuse me. I meant to say, I don’t want to leave our new favorite child. Don’t tell Oliver.