I don’t know about you but I just said I’d rather stab myself with a pair of scissors than do what we have planned for the weekend.
Friday night: sweet bliss with a bit of gathering revulsion.
Saturday morning: wake up early; better-half calls his mother to get her out of bed; arrive at MIL house at 9:45 to pick her up; drive to Charlottesville to check her into a hotel; sit around and then go to 1pm wedding; go to family pictures in front of church and more pictures at Rotunda unless MIL not feeling up to it then we’re off the hook for the trek across campus; check in to our hotel room if we can’t do it when MIL does; go to reception that’s not really the reception; go to dinner reception at 6:30; hang out there much longer than we want; go back to hotel to drop off MIL; tell everyone we’re meeting an old friend of the better-half and then go have a big, fat drink or 20.
Sunday morning: get up early to wake up MIL and to recover from the 20 drinks; breakfast and check out of hotel; get to another hotel for second wedding (because one just isn’t enough); reception immediately following (Indian food–w00t): drive to MIL’s house to drop her off; drive to our house and collapse.
Should I sharpen the scissors before I plunge them into my leg?
Are these two weddings for the same couple or for two different couples? Weddings wear me out.
Ugh, two wedding in one weekend? That’s bad enough but having to hang out with a MIL? Double ugh! (No offense to Mr. Goat!).
Hopefully you can manage to have a little fun.
2 weddings for one couple and yeah, we hope to have some fun by sneaking away.