Considering I was told how anxious I’d probably be this night before the wedding, it was a struggle to get out of bed. The bachelorette party wore me out perfectly to sleep through the night. However, by 8:30 I threw on my bathing suit and shorts, kissed my almost husband as he slept off his bachelor party, and headed down to the lobby.
My original intention was to head straight to the hot tub at the pool, but that changed when I ran into Lynx. She’d just finished working out and was headed to the breakfast buffet and convinced me this was a good idea. It wasn’t as tasty as the Summit Diner but at least I didn’t have to drive anywhere. It turned out that Lynx and her husband, who was also still asleep, were in the room next to us. She promised us body work if we needed it. Pros definitely did, but I just wanted a good soak. She grabbed her suit and joined me in the hot tub for a while. It was so lovely to have a fairly normal conversation without a ton of emotion. After the rehearsal dinner, I was still a little drained and needed to recoup before the ceremony.
There was time to grab a quick shower to rinse off the chlorine and get my hair about as in shape as it would get before my dad would pick me up for a manicure appointment. Praise the SIL for making that appointment, as my hands were a disaster. Pros was just waking up as I was finished drying my bangs straight. He and the guys had found, in his words, “the cheapest bar in North America.” A bunch of the bikers were also there and kept him in whiskey and company well into the night. No lap dances for him, apparently, but that was to be expected in a town as quiet as Somerset.
SIL (here she is with my bro and K) and I had a great chat, although she was still very emotional about her grandmother’s passing. She was amazed at how much fun she’d had the night before and was already trying to plan a gathering of us all in the future. She was also doing marvelous work in keeping my parents calm and out of my hair. I marveled again at my brother’s great fortune for finding such a wife.The time between returning from the manicure and leaving for Green Gables was a mix of napping and nerves. I wasn’t nervous about getting married, just anxious to get things started. Pros and I slept, listened to the radio, grabbed lunch with Lynx and Tony then slept some more…
By the time I was supposed to meet Doc to drive to Green Gables, I was insane to get out of the hotel. Unfortunately, Doc has never been as hyperpunctual as I am. When I worked for her and signed in patients for their 8:30am appointments, I usually knew she wouldn’t even see the front of the building until at least 9. This time, we had fifteen minutes to be at Green Gables as I’d promised my parents, but Doc was still in the shower. I simply clenched my jaw and tried to not throw the box with my dress in a hissy Bridezilla fit. It wasn’t like they’d shrug and start the ceremony without me, right? Besides, Doc drives insanely fast. We’d get there reasonably on time.
To be continued!
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