Friday: work 7 AM leave by 4 PM to head to the airport. I have a plane to catch. Catch the plane and head to Oakland for a short layover. Final destination reached, for the moment. 1:30 AM finally head hits the pillow.
Saturday: up at 8 AM to search for much needed coffee and nourishment. A very quick visit with our host and on the road by 9:30. Rented a Yaris. The car is as dumb as the name. Wasn’t sure it would make it up the hill. It did. Kind of. 11 AM catch up with the bridal party and start getting ready with the other bridesmaids. We laugh, drink mimosas, and I run around frantically trying to figure what I am supposed to do in the weeding. (I missed all the rehearsals) 2 PM head down to the wedding barn to help the bride finish getting ready. The weather is perfect. We dance down the aisle. I cry a little when the groom starts to tear up. So much love, so much happiness. Dancing and laughing and eating and drinking continues into the evening. Make it to the hotel room by 9 PM. I think I passed out at that point.
Sunday: 7 AM get up and pack. Head to the restaurant to see my family for breakfast and a quick hug. 9 PM fuel up the dumb Yaris (only six bucks for half a tank so that part is not dumb) and head back to the city to return the rental, go through security and catch the next plane. 2 PM fly out and head home. Arrived by 3:50 PM. It is cold and rainy and a bit foggy. 6 PM the number one son and his lady come over for dinner for a recap of our “day trip”. Fall into bed about 9 PM. I think I passed out again.
Monday: 5:30 AM alarm goes off and I get up to go back to work. Forced to face my reality again.
Memories were made. Laughter and hugs were shared. It was a much needed distraction.
It was a whirlwind adventure.