Vacations are just cruel sometimes

 It was an awesome weekend.


Drove to Toledo with Brandon and got there (on time!) for the rehearsal. One of the groomsmen hadn’t arrived at the airport yet, so I got to fill in for the rehearsal. Result: All weekend, people called me random female versions of “Eugen,” our Ukranian housemate from college.

Friday night, rehearsal dinner at the most unusual steakhouse I have ever seen. Great food; Jake and Abby know their stuff.


Brandon had to get up early to help set chairs up at the Metro Park where the wedding took place; I lounged around and enjoyed not being responsible for anything. Being a date to someone in a wedding party isn’t so bad.

The wedding was beautiful; I used to think planning outdoor weddings was just begging for disaster, but maybe the stress is worth it, at its best.

The reception was basically an all-day affair, from 3-10 p.m. It was one of those things where you can tell everyone is having a really, really good time. Everyone was dancing and catching up with people. I saw a couple people I hadn’t seen since they graduated. Those Muskingum weddings, they are something else.


We left after a big brunch where we watched the couple open all their gifts. Bonus: the brunch had a chocolate fountain!

Brandon and I got back to Columbus and decided to go see The Happening, which is not so much scary as it is disturbing. Then we went to The Cheesecake Factory, and watched Broken Flowers before bed, which we hoped would cheer us up from M. Night Shyamalan’s cry for help, but it really didn’t.

All in all, it was a good time. It felt like a mini vacation, and it makes me more interested in planning a trip to NYC over Labor Day weekend.


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