I had such a great time in Boston. I flew up Thursday morning, got picked up by Paul, his dad (Mr. E) and nieces and then went to the hotel for a nap. Thursday evening we had the rehearsal dinner for Paul's cousin's wedding (hereafter known as S&P). It was nice, small and without a great amount of drama. We rode out with Paul's aunt and uncle with Mr. E following with Paul's brother's family (bro, wife, two daughters). Unfortunately, we got lost.....even with GPS. It was pretty funny to us, but I'm sure Mr. E was about to kill us.
Friday we went shopping at the mall to pick up some stuff (belt for Paul, sweaters for the ladies), had lunch and then went back to the hotel for a nap (hey - I was on vacation) and to get prettied up. I must say Paul and I clean up pretty damn well. About 1/2 an hour before the ceremony I got a text from Agie saying "I'm so sorry". I figured my boss was freaking out about something so I texted back "Why?". Little did I know what it really was.
Turns out a coworker of mine (the one in the office that I had the least amount of good feelings towards) was killed in a car accident in KY. Every year we do a media tour through KY and TN right after our big MV event and she was on it this year. Blind intersection, hill, fast truck. She was killed instantly thank God (for the instant part, not the dead part). Just awful. She was only 28. I pretty much felt like a chump having fun the rest of the weekend.
The wedding was at the family church where Paul's mother's family has all been married, baptized, funeraled (yes, I made that up just now - deal). After the ceremony we headed over to the reception which was at a restaurant on the water. Great view, good food and wine and most importantly, a bar adjacent to the reception room that was showing the Sox/Yankees game. Even with the DJ giving end of inning updates, most of the wedding party (including the groom) and the guests ended up in the bar at some point. We ended up catching a ride back to the hotel with Adam, the bride's brother, and his wife. I was done at that point so Paul put me to bed and went to get food and party with his aunt, uncle and cousin among others. Paul and Adam ran into a bunch of San Diego Chargers in the elevator, which I imagine can be a bit disconcerting when you are drunk.
Saturday was spent recuperating and watching more baseball. We rallied and headed into the city to meet up with my brother, sister-in-law and mother for dinner. After trudging (ahem, strolling) around Beacon Hill we finally got a table at a small Italian restaurant and had a pretty good dinner. It was great spending time with my family and Paul. I miss having fun and laughing with my brother.
Sunday we headed back home but of course no Paul and PlanB travel is complete without some sort of delay/trouble with transportation. Our flight was a bit late bording, then we were told once we had boarded that it would be about 1/2 an hour because one of the a/cs wasn't working. Then we were told to deplane because it was going to take an hour to fix. So Paul was chipper at this point. I hate when stuff like that happens, not because of the inconvenience (that is a pain, but it is manageable) but because Paul can get really, um, what's the word..... pissy. He tends to become very selfish in situations like that. He gets mad, complains and pretty much makes it so I can't be grumpy and mad because two of us like that would be awful. I usually try to make it not so bad, he usually foils my attempts and continues his grump. So it was a delightful trip home to say the least. And we didn't even have the worst of it - we were only three hours late getting back. Paul's brother's family didn't get home until after 1 am. Talk about a nightmare trip!
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