More and more of my friends are getting married. I think I’ve reached that age where the number of my married friends outnumber my single friends.
Holy crap – I’m old.
I fear for when the friends start popping out babies.
Anywho – this weekend was the weekend where I not only fell off the wagon with the p90x diet, I fell… broke my leg… got ran over by the wagon and then was left for dead. It was Mia’s wedding weekend in Saratoga Springs, New York.
I was surprised by the number of people the flew up to Saratoga from Baltimore. It was only a 5 1/2 hour drive. One girl said she couldn’t handle that long of a car ride with her husband. Um… really? Maybe you should re-evaluate your marriage. And when all is said and done with the airport… isn’t it the same amount of time?
I kind of felt like a bit of a party pooper at Mia’s wedding. Jeremy and I didn’t really go out much at all. We arrived Friday early evening in time to grab a coffee (from an uber hippie coffee shop… so hippie that as soon as Jeremy and I walked in, it’s like the knew we didn’t “belong” and the jukebox record scratched to silence and everyone stared as we ordered coffee), change and go to the welcome barbeque. Some folks were going out afterwards but all I could think was “I’m so tiiiiiiiired…” So we went back to the hotel and went to bed. I think it was 10pm? Yeah… awesome.
We woke up, worked out (I may have fallen off the wagon but I was STILL going to fit some form of a workout in) and grabbed breakfast. The diner was maybe 4 blocks away so we jogged from the hotel. No big deal. But people drove there from the hotel. DROVE THERE. And then rolled their eyes at us for jogging? Really?
The hotel had a pool and I thought this was my big chance to learn to swim the right way. Except that the pool was 1/4 of the size of a normal pool. So we hot tubbed it. Oh yeah.
Then the wedding. The church was 1/2 mile from the hotel. Again – we walked. Why not? I admit that I felt a little awkward walking in my wedding attire and heels (I attributed it to a walk of shame OR that I had a DUI and no license so I had to walk) but a lady driving by gave me a thumbs up and yelled that she loved my dress. Score.
We got eye rolled about walking to the church.
The wedding itself was at 2pm. The reception ended at 8:30pm. There was an after party at Mia’s parents’ house afterwards and I thought I’d definitely be up for hanging out. Yeah… apparently a month and a half of “healthy food” made me unable to digest GOOD food properly so by 8pm, I was SO gassy (but not in the farty way… in that painful bloated way) that I could barely stand up straight. Needless to say, we went back to the hotel.
The wedding was lovely. Did I mention that Mia ran 9 miles the morning of her wedding? She inspires me to run.
Me… pre-bloat. Sweet moves, I know. Perhaps I should lay off the wine? Actually – according to Yahoo, I really need to.
Speaking of weddings, I thought I’d share a pic from another friend’s wedding (Juli and Martin). Is it possible to be in love with a picture?