after a late night of criminal activity, gluing together cake platters, laundry and packing, I had a really hard time waking up Friday morning. however, after TheDog jumped on my chest, getting up seemed like a viable option.
I quickly got everything together, packed up the cheesecakes, dress and everything. M called as she got to our pre-determined caravan spot. I was just leaving my house, so I was about 15 minutes behind her. I figured I'd catch her on the pass, as my load consisted of a wedding dress, whereas her truck was loaded down with lots of alcohol*.
cruising along, listening to my iPod, not a care in the world. then suddenly everyone's dead stopped at the base of the pass. construction. I wait for about 15 minutes, nothing. I call M, she said they didn't stop her, she sailed right through. but they did have it down to one lane. so they were alternating directions.
I wait. cute guy rolls up to me in his too-expensive sedan with tinted windows, we chat, I fill him in on the construction. then I hear what sounds like a child's laughter coming from the radio. no, not the radio, he's got two kids in the backseat. oh, and there's the ring. I've gotten lax about checking. could be the sleep deprivation.
finally. we start moving. I'm behind a few semis and cars. after the construction zone the pass is two lanes. two semis decide to enter into a snail race with each other up the hill, at least 20 mph below the speed limit. it is not my morning.
they're still in front of me on my way down. there's nothing I can do about it, so as I'm coasting down in low gear, I start to think if there's anything I forgot.
the cake platters. A will kill me. actually, A won't but TheBaker will. and I was hoping to impress him.
for a minute I am crushed, all the hard work to throw those platters, and for nothing. I guess I can drive back down to get them after the bridal luncheon.
wait, silly tired girl. C is coming up tonight after work, just have him bring them. I call, he's happy to, particularly since my sister can pick them up from my house when she gets TheDog and drop them by the office for him. great. disaster averted.
I get into town just in time to get to the luncheon. no time to drop anything anywhere beforehand as I had planned since the construction on the pass delayed me by almost an hour. but I'm there and it's time to start celebrating A getting married!
pour me a glass of wine, please!
* lots is a significant understatement here!