Wedding Saga Part II

Friday, June 23^rd

Pros and I woke up early on Friday, and I was somehow famished! It’s probably a good thing we were at a Bed and Breakfast, right? Well, the not so good news was that no meals were included with the room, despite the café being completely open for business. I started to boil over and asked to talk to the owner. She told me that it was tough luck, that she bought the building after I made the reservation with the previous owner, and that no niceties were carried over to us. She was just so curt with me that Pros agreed we needed to take our $100 a night elsewhere. We quickly grabbed the last room at the Quality Inn and paid for our one night stay where we were. The breakfast at the Summit Diner was probably much better than the one Our Coal Miners Café would have offered anyway.

Hey, we’re all entitled to at least one Bridezilla moment, aren’t we?

We finished breakfast and lugged our stuff to our new hotel room. I was thrilled to note that the room had recently been recarpeted and the mattress was new. We then moved on to the next problem for the weekend, which was making sure Cats made it from her Pittsburgh flight (there are no airports in Somerset) to her room before the rehearsal. The storms we had driven through in Ohio were now centered over Pittsburgh, delaying her flight. A further delay was caused when a plane on the next runway landed without its landing gear. Any requests I made to my parents for help getting Cats were not heard, mostly because they were all at Wal-Mart gathering supplies. I was at another boiling point when Pros calmly picked up his phone and arranged for the best man (we’ll call him WineGuy thanks to his oenphile nature) and his wife (Doc) to swing to the airport on their way. As it made more sense for them to go 30 miles out of their way than it did for me to take a 130 round trip, I smooched the stuffing out of my almost husband and made it to my previously scheduled tea.

The Inn at Georgian Place is a little out of place in Somerset, as if someone grabbed a Southern plantation house and set it down on top of a hill in Central Pennsylvania. Their rooms were sadly booked for the entire weekend, so I had reserved the last tea time of the day for my mother and me. She included my sister-in-law (SIL, to keep it simple) and Laurali since they were already staying at Quill Haven Inn with her. Mom gave me my outfit for my wedding night, which surprised me because I had been expecting an elegant penoir set instead of the barely there slip nightie I unwrapped. The blue garter with it was also a little eye-popping. I put it in my purse for the wedding so I'd have something blue. SIL was more quiet than usual, as she was dealing with the suddent death of her grandmother, but she kept up with the conversation and was happy for my sake. Laurali seemed very focused on her bridesmaid tasks ahead of her and was astonished when I whipped out a green amber amulet on a sterling silver chain. Like I was going to forget my best friend!

After tea, I caught a ride back to the hotel after a quick stop at Quill Haven to see my brother, who was working with his VERY TALL friend K on the arrangement for the music he wrote for the wedding (here's a hint, my brother is the one with our great-grandfather's mandolin). As much as I love my family, I was getting a little anxious about the rehearsal, especially with Cats still stuck in Pittsburgh, so I perched myself on the bed, waiting for any news, until I accidentally fell asleep. Woke up in time to throw on a little black dress, call to make sure WineGuy, Doc and Cats were somehow timing their arrival meet us at Green Gables.

To be continued!