Two weddings 850 miles and 24 hours apart. Got to one dress rehearsal dinner, at least (the one I escalatored my skirt just prior to) but there was no chance on the other.
This afternoon, one bridge over the Bay was closed down for repairs and all traffic rerouted. We’d taken the cheap flight via changing planes in Vegas so as not to have to take the 7 am return and we didn’t have a lot of extra time.
Michelle had opted for the 7 am return–and they canceled the flight on her after she got to the airport.
T h e T R A F F I C.
Richard’s cellphone rang as we were finally crossing the second bridge: did we want a ride? Phyllis knew we’d be coming in and that we’d be tired.
Yes oh please yes–but–we’re not actually home yet…
We saw some of the wedding party entering the hotel as Phyllis was looking for a parking spot and figured we were good.
I apologized to Nina for my shoes: I hadn’t had time enough to open the suitcase to find the other pair. She laughed for sheer joy of the day.
So much more later, but man, it’s late in the time zone we’re feeling.
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Better you there in the wrong shoes than you not there with the right shoes, I am sure. What a lot of joy for one weekend!
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