It began like this: My flight back to NJ on Aug 10 was canceled, and there were no other flights I could take that would get me home in time to make my friend’s bridal shower the next day, Saturday, in Long Island. And I’m a bridesmaid! The fat man behind the counter didn’t care that I was going to miss the party. He wasn’t moved by the mascara running down my cheeks or the snot pouring out of my nose. It didn’t matter that I was crying so hard I fogged up my sunglasses (yes, I was having a mild temper tantrum). He could not get me on a plane until Saturday. End of story.
Or so I thought. I called my dad sobbing and he made everything all better. Almost. I spent 14 hours on Friday either in an airport or on a plane, but thanks to the magic my father worked on Continental, I arrived in NJ at 1:30 AM on Saturday. I had to fly from Omaha to Houston first, and then run the length of two airports to change planes, but I made it home to NJ in time to get a little sleep before heading into the city to meet LS. Together we rode the LIRR out to Long Island for the afternoon shower.
I’m pretty sure that LS and I gave the bride her favorite gift of the day — monogrammed his and hers bathrobes. So soft! After an afternoon of eating and present opening at one of her family friends’ house, the bride invited us back to her house for a small family BBQ. Her family has the cutest backyard. Strands of colored lights criss-crossed overhead and tiki torches circled the lawn to keep the bugs away.
The three of us plus the bride’s future sister-in-law spent the night at LS’s new apartment in the city (I could see my old office building from her window). Sunday was bachelorette party day! Brunch at Bubby’s and pottery painting at Color Me Mine, where I designed a large cookie jar for the bride and groom that turned out looking very Jonathan Adler.
I spent the rest of my week home doing wedding-related things with my mom. We interviewed three photographers, including the one that Deb is using for her wedding next April, investigated bridesmaids’ dresses, and picked Save the Date cards. We drove all over NJ — Princeton, Morristown, Bridgewater, Bernardsville — and took the train in and out of NYC. It was exhausting, to say the least, but we were so productive. I would share all of our plans if I didn’t love keeping secrets so much.
I flew back to Omaha Saturday afternoon, arriving an hour before J and I had plans to go out to dinner for a friend’s birthday. It was actually our first time going out for Mexican since I got here, and the food was pretty good. Actually, the tortillas were excellent. They make them there fresh. DC friends: What was that restaurant we used to go to that had a giant tortilla-making machine out in the middle of the dining room?
The next entry will be about my trip down to Worlds of Fun in Kansas City on Sunday — and the job offer I turned down. Stay tuned!
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