Rule number 1: Do not talk about your weekend…

Rule number 2: Do not talk about your weekend…“

I took Friday off from the soup shop I work at, leaving James and Chris to run the show without me. Good luck, I said to myself as I walked out the front door on Thursday.

I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for the long trip down to Williamson, New York (where my sister, Jennifer, lives with her Baptist preacher husband Francis)for my oldest sister(Jessica)’s wedding. The girl (Sarah, confused yet?)came over around 3 o’clock and we washed my car together. One of us got really wet. Then we made sure the house was neat and did all of the little things we had to do so we could leave on time.

Friday morning I got up at 6:30am, made some coffee, and got the paper. Sarah and Mike (my Sister Marcie’s fiancee) arrived between then and 7:15. We left and were on the road for almost six hours, arriving in Williamson at 2 o’clock. My parents and sisters were already there. The rest of the day we spent getting ready for the wedding the next day and waiting for people to arrive so we could hold the rehearsal dinner and rehearsal. Dinner was yummy. Five different kinds of pizza including an amazing barbeque chicken pizza. That night we had a bachelor party for Nate (Jessica’s fiancee, now husband) which consited of spending an hour and a half at a driving range.

The wedding went off the next day without a hitch (well one hitch). It was really nice because it was a small wedding with just close family from both sides. I got to meet Nate’s parents who were incredibly sweet as well as his brother (7 feet tall if he’s an inch).

I got to wear a tux again (one of my favorite hobbies). It was especially cool to stand outside the church with my Dad wearing matching tuxedos. Honestly though, that was pretty much the only thing that was cool about them. It was 93 degrees outside of the chapel and wearing three layers didn’t do much for comfort.

All morning had been stress and all afternoon had been heat. At one point I thought I lost the groom’s wedding present. It was my one job and I couldn’t keep track of a stupid little purple bag with Nate’s present to Jess in it. It turns out, after almost two hours of running around franticaly in my dress shoes, that the bag was not in-fact purple. Rather, it was the white Bath and Body Works bag that I had passed twenty-two times before.

It all worked out in the end but Jess got her share of “oh my God my wedding is in chaos” moments from it.

By the end of the day I was ready to collapse and die.

After the reception Sarah and I drove to her parent’s house in Corning. It was a two hour drive through the heart of New York’s wine country. The sun was shining and there was a warm wind blowing off of the crystal water of Seneca Lake. We passed at least fifteen different vineyards. I had never seen a vineyard before and I can honestly say that they posess a certain magic that reminds me of some little town in Italy that I’ll never go to.

Sarah’s mom made some incredible barbeque chicken for us and I spent the night chilling with Sarah, her brother Jon, and his girlfriend Becca. We played Fuzion Frenzy on Jon’s new Xbox. It was after midnight when I went to bed and by then I was completely drained from lack of sleep, unbearable heat, and stress.

I slept like a log for all of five hours until it was time to go to church. We went to church, had lunch, and then left once again for home. Six hours later we pulled into my drive-way. That night I went to bed early and had the best nights sleep (in a real bed, not an air mat) ever.

It also bears mentioning that both my parents know now that the girl and I are officially unofficially seriously talking about the prospects of thinking about the definite possibility regarding the general idea of getting married. After talking for a while to both of them I am extremely encouraged about the whole thing. I didn’t want to move to far ahead with the whole thing without them knowing and without their blessing. In a few weeks I think I will be ready to go ring shopping.

There’s really something special about finding somebody who you would actually want to spend the rest of your life with.

I felt like talking about something beautiful.

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