It was long, yo. And I spent many, many hours in a car.
Weds., I got home, fed L and got on the road. Made it there in record time with one stop for a Pepsi (oh, my bones!) and one stop for gas. 400 miles in 6 hours. Not too shabby. However, I was exhausted.
Thurs., L and I bummed around all morning. Mom went to work, Sister went to take her last exam and work, Cousin took her dog to the vet. I went and saw my old boss/work, and shopped for shoes. Dinner chefed by Mom (yum!) and just relaxed the night away.
Friday, L and I went to a town 1.5 hours away to visit with stbx's grandparents. They can't travel and his gpa just turned 90, so I'm not sure how many more opportunities he will have to see L. We had a really nice, long visit and I stopped by the outlets on my way home. We were in the middle of the Ann Taylor outlet store and L announces in a scream, "I POOOOOOOOOOOOP! I poop Mommy! Change diaper POOOOOOOOOOP!" And then she laid down on the floor on her back and spread her legs. Klass, it's hereditary. We went home and sis and I ordered pizza and beer for dinner.
Saturday, we left the house by 6 a.m. to trek to Sister's school for her graduation. We get there, clap and cheer the class of 2011. Got to see step-dad and Sister's bf's parents. Took Sister to Irish pub/restaurant for lunch (delicious!). During lunch, Sister starts feeling really bad. Sent L with Mom for the weekend, and Sister and I drove another nearly 2 hours to go to the wedding rehearsal dinner. Sister decides not to eat rehearsal dinner and barfs in the restaurant bathroom throughout. Sister goes back to hotel, I buy a ridic. bra from VS for the wedding, change into a different dress and head over to the beach bonfire being held for wedding guests. Had a lovely time with the open bar, smores, beach breeze and fire. Got flirted with, immediately dismissed such flirting and then hung out at the bar for a few hours with other guests. Called it a night at 1 a.m. and went to sleep.
Sunday, we got up and went to the venue to get ready. After all-day prep, there were photos, much bitching, I may have called the groom's sister a c*nt, and I definitely chewed the ass of the florist. It was a normal wedding prep time. Then the wedding - I am such a wreck. WTF did I agree to stand up for this? If I could have bowed out, I should have. My groomsman looked at me as we walked down the aisle and said, "I can smell last night's beer in those tears. Don't make me lick your face." Even Bridesmaid grabbed my hand during the ceremony - she could hear me sniffle behind her. Anyways, there were more photos and much dancing, drinking and otherwise having a good time. All the while, Sister is still sick, pathetically holding down our table while she sat in agony. IDK WTF is wrong with her and send her back to the hotel right after dinner. And then I ate her cake and mine. No wasting!
Then, there was the drinking. Oh, the drinking that was done. I was mixing wine, beer, liquor, champagne, soda, whatever. Open bar + music + crazy white people dancing = good times. Then we headed back to the hotel where the BAR WAS CLOSED. Shame. So we bought cases of beer and bottles of booze and sat around with our feet in the pool, bullshitting the night away. Fabulous time. I have no idea when I made it back to my hotel (there were two). I do remember a trip to Whataburger and then promptly deciding to vomit that back up once I got to my room so that I wouldn't feel so bad the next day. Wrong. So, so wrong.
Monday, I woke up feeling like death. We got up early to drive back to Mom's so that I could get L and Mom could go to work. Said my goodbyes to Mom, Grammi and Sister and drove home. Since L was awake, it took nearly 9 hours to get home. Also, the hangover was bad. I've never felt that way in my 29 years. I struggled to stay awake the entire way home and I know I looked a hot mess - I still had on wedding mascara, my hair was still hairsprayed to hell, and I am fairly certain that the shorts I wore all day were the ones I wore on Friday. However, I can't really remember.
It was a fabulous weekend full of many, many memories.