Austin ho

We're planning to fly to Austin tomorrow morning, alighting from our perch here in Boston. I say "planning to" because I can't imagine how it's actually going to happen.

Our flight is at 8am, and the airport is an hour away (if there is no traffic, on a Monday morning, hahaha) so this entails getting two small people and two big people into the car with 16 pieces of luggage (you think I'm kidding) and leaving here at 5:30 if we have a ghost of a chance of making that flight.

It was the only direct flight! It seemed like a good idea at the time!

(Maybe I'll make that the new name of my blog... "it seemed like a good idea at the time...")

The wedding yesterday was marvelous. It was in the summer camp gymnasium which had been transformed into a fairylike wonderland with white sheets and pretend candlelight, oh and a whole GOSPEL CHOIR who belted out gorgeous songs while we swooned in our seats to the entrance of the bride.

Hub-D and I enjoy going to weddings, partially because it brings us back to OUR big day, when we couldn't stop making out for love or money. Our friends' wedding inspired us to liplock mid-ceremony, it was so romantic, and perfectly personalized to them.

This morning, Aunt E and I grabbed both kids and headed back to the summer camp for brunch. We were too late for the real brunch, so we wolfed the last two remaining pieces of coffee cake and handed Chebbles a box of Fruit Loops while we reunited with our Boston friends one last time.

We ambled down to the lakeshore and stood in the hot, humid sunshine with our feet among the minnows. Aunt E wisely stripped Chebbles of her nightgown and she splashed and hollered and sang "Part of Your World" to all of the passing motorboats, geese, and one swimming labrador retriever who Chebbles declared was actually a goat.

Meanwhile, Baby V passed from person to person, sharing smiles and cuddles with our marvelous Boston pals. She is a relentlessly charming infant, and she so enjoyed watching the sunlight filtering to the bottom of the lake and the faces of our friends.

We're all pretty beat. But it's been marvelous to shower alone, and to attend a wedding with my husband, flirting with each other at the buffet and soaking in the romance of our dear friends' nuptials.

Tomorrow: Texas?