So Friday night I hustled Bobby back from school and ran out the door to make the long drive to Ventura for the rehearsal dinner, was a half hour late because the sitter was late, got home at midnight, bleary-eyed gathered my stuff together for the next day, then got up bright and early to leave the kids with a sitter for fourteen hours and be a bridesmaid. I think I managed to pull myself together and be present pretty well considering my intense level of exhaustion, but I was not able to enjoy it as much as I would have liked because I could barely keep my eyes open and had to leave early for fear of driving off the road on my way home. Still, I sewed myself into my impossibly small 1930's dress, made a decent speech, and sang with the band all night. Not bad for a worn thin mother of two a week after her event.
This couple is the one who got engaged earlier this year after seventeen years of dating who inspired me to find some good lovin' myself. And find it I did. He charmed all my friends at the wedding and then followed me home and screwed me all night. Not too shabby.