Saturday, May 21, 2005

Yesterday I woke up, and there were two messages on my phone from Paul; one was from 10am the day before, though it hadn't arrived until after I was asleep; he was back in Michigan and wanted to know if I was going to the wedding. I had dreamt about the wedding; dreaming that it was held in something called the Apple Castle, only it wasn't so much a wedding as a wild party thrown for all the old City Club crowd; Michelle had a blast, and I remember that Steve Rink was there with shoulder lenghth, curly blonde hair; weird.

So I have no idea where the wedding is at this point, and the message Paul left doesn't say; the wedding is in about 2 hours, and I don't have the car because Mark drove it to work (he did wake me to ask me if he should, but in my unawakened state I chose to let him have the care, and hence, continue my slumber. I called everyone who might know, and eventually got to talk to Paul, who let me talk to the groom who gave me the website for the place where the reception was to be held. I got dressed, and had Mark come get me so I could drive him back to work, and then take the car home with me so I could get ready.

About getting ready, I ate a small lunch, then sliced my head open while shaving it (something that's happened more frequently in the last few years - which makes me long for laser surgery to just zap it out of me forever), which was annoying, but I got the bleeding to stop, and got ready pretty much on schedule. I took 14 to 96 to the bridge; and then the directions given on the website all but sucked, and it took me another hour & 1 half to find the place, which was only 25 miles from the bridge.

I talked with Paul, sat and ate bread, and drank some white wine that tasted like death. I smiled for Michelle & Randy, and drooled on a groomsman named Dave. I drank several alcoholic beverages, and chatted with the girl next to me (Erica) and her finace (Gord); we later played air hockey, and Jennifer & Tracy showed up; much drinking followed, with slow dancing with Jennifer, and the miniture golf (I kid you not). Michelle mentioned that I had taught her how to kiss, which I thought was sweet that she remembered (it was 10 years ago after all). And then we had to leave, as I had to get to work.

And then the terror started. Lost Lost Lost. Hours lost. In Canada. At Night. With a headache, and some drunken companions, who drove without headlights, or sense of direction. erg. When we finally made it over the bridge it was around 1am; I was supposed to be at work at 10pm. Mark called me, and was glad to hear I was alive; he had been calling me, but my phone didn't work in Canada. He called work to let them know what was going on; I got lost again on the way home (I was in Wood Haven for awhile); and I got home around 2:30am. Took pain killer; a hot shower; a meal, and I was off to work, where everyone was nice, and we got some work done, chatted, sang, laughed, hugged, and it was so nice to be home.

On a side note, I just wanted to record some kind of thank you to all my coworkers, and to DJ (my manager) for being so considerate to me when I finally arrived at work. All I wanted to do at that point was curl up in bed, and die, but I went in to work anyways, and I half expected them to be pissed off at me, or treat me kind of coldly, because I was so late. And there would be no one for them to know what I'd just been through, and how much I'd been looking forward to working with everyone, and eating pizza (which while I got more & more lost, realized wasn't going to happen), and just having a relaxed work night where everyone could get stuff done, while having a great time. To their credit, everyone came through for me, and DJ even thanked me for coming in after the Hell I'd been through. It made all the difference, and killed any stress that might have haunted me the next few days.

Thanks Guys. ;-0)

Got home from work around 7am. Slept. Got up. Paul is dropping Michelle & Randy off at the airport, (he just called); he's meeting us at the theater (he, Mollie & I are seeing Episode III at 4:30pm); and I need to get dressed.

Whew!

   posted by Bald Jason at 03:04 PM
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