Today is the wedding of our dear family friends' son, Ethan.
I have known Ethan since he was born.
I talked about him the other day because I bought their wedding gift (the oil & vinegar).
We got the wedding invitation months ago.
I immediately put it on the calendar. Mine, not the Bill's. I have access to his calendar on the iPad but he's a big boy so I didn't [think to] add it.
About six weeks ago Bill walked up to me in the kitchen and proudly shared that he finally got an appointment with that company in Ann Arbor for October 12th.
Um, that's Ethan's wedding, I reminded him.
After a few minutes of, "oh crap what do we do now"; this is the plan we came up with.
I found a salon here in Ann Arbor, while Bill has his meeting (it just started), I got my hair done. He'll come and pick me up and we'll head to Indiana from here. It's a four-hour drive so we'll get to my parents just in time to get dressed and leave for the wedding.
It wasn't at all complicated.
I am using sarcasm.
Now I sit in the fine establishment with free wi-fi and enjoy a bagel while I wait for his meeting to end.
The uncomplicated part happened when I scheduled my hair appointment. In a perfect world, I could have made it for exactly fifteen minutes before his meeting. When I tried to do that, I discovered my high expectations. The salon couldn't get me in at 11am. They could get me in at noon (too late) or 9:30am or 10:00am. Let's go with the 10am. We had to leave the house by 7:30am (yes, we were early, no we didn't hit traffic but had we, we would have been late and neither of us like being late) which meant getting up early. Early for us. I don't know what time Bill got up but it was before his alarm which was set for 5:30am.
I hope you have a happy Friday. I'll tell you about the wedding tomorrow, after Skylar's soccer game.