You know how when you're packing for a weekend trip, you somehow think you need to pack three knitting projects because, clearly, you'll be a knittin' fool and will clearly need back up projects so that you don't get bored or have to do without sticks and string?
This weekend, my friends Jenn & Arthur tied the knot just up the road in Baltimore. I figured I'd take a leisurely train ride up on Friday after work, get some knitting done, head to the hotel, get some knitting done while I waited for everyone else to arrive, then head out to dinner, then get home in plenty of time to turn in early, get up in the morning, and go photograph Baltimore, with plenty of time before I had to head back to the hotel and get ready for the ceremony.
The plan worked right up through "head to the hotel" and then everything fell apart. Little did I know that our dinner reservations at Ra were for 9:30 Friday night (you know, when cool, hip people go out to dinner) and that we were meeting up with the pre-wedding pub crawl after that. While the post-pubbing pizza was utterly necessary, it did mean we didn't get back to the hotel til nearly 3:00 in the a.m. I'm too old for this. When Saturday dawned with grey skies and rain threatening, I chucked the rest of my plan and left to go watch football and hang out with other friends in town for the wedding.
Despite the ugly skies, the wedding and reception were beautiful and and as much fun as one would anticipate. As was the bride:
We ate, drank and made merry for the rest of the evening, wrapping things up at Howl at the Moon. Lots of wholesome, cheesy fun, when you stack the bar with thirty intoxicated friends who can't sing a lick, most especially moi!
Insert cheesy grin here:
There was no knitting on the way home. Just lots of water and ibuprofin. Foiled again by the best laid plans. Congrats again J & A!