Applied for two hospital jobs in my rebellion against the Minnesota education system (ha! that'll show 'em)
Called our property manager (he promised to wire us money again today).
Made fifty (more) chocolate chip cookies
Put together a mixed green salad with apples, roasted walnuts braised with butter and brown sugar, and tossed with balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
Then I:
Went to Sherah's rehearsal/dinner.
There are a lot of people involved in the wedding "package" ("package" is what the wedding coordinator referred to the whole shabang as, when requesting payment). My sister was having trouble making everything perfect: the rehearsal started late, my violinist friend was being iced by the professional pianist, my nephews (that are in the wedding) were rolling a bouncy ball around church, the scripture reader never made it because she thought the rehearsal dinner literally meant we would be rehearsing at dinner, the pastor didn't seem to like change, and a few of the groomsmen had to leave to try on their tuxedo's for the first time.
Sherah says,
"Weddings are stressful."
I, on the other hand, was enjoying the chaos. I found it all oddly refreshing. Or maybe it was the dress and my silver shoes and pink nails that shielded me from participating in any of the dramas.
Sherah, Mike and both parents were quite emotional during the impromptu rehearsal dinner speeches. Everyone cried or became teary-eyed at the words honoring others. Just as Mike became choked up speaking about his older brother, Sherah was extremely emotional when introducing me. I couldn't wipe the silly grin off my face and wondered if I should be trying to produce tears to be more a part of everything.
I don't know, these things don't make me cry, or choked up. It makes me happy to celebrate with family.
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