Female writer surfaces after recent disappearance into a whirlwind. It was a good and joyous kind of storm, not the kind where her home was re-rooted and yellow brick roads or witches appeared.
The last four days of May literally flew by.
Could you go to town for a hair cut, dress and shoe shop for 3 hours, wash and dry 2 loads of laundry, as secretary take minutes for a 2 hour condo meeting, cut lawns, weed flowerbeds, get 3 short visits in with friends to explain a coming disappearance, research and book flights and hotel, get travel medical insurance, pack for an international trip, spend 4 hours driving, all before you leave for the airport in 39 hours.
Requirements to accomplish this were simple, eat while moving, keep moving, multitask, and divide less then 10 hours of sleep between two nights.
I’m not complaining though. I enjoyed every minute of hurried preparation for the trip to Las Vegas for our son’s impromptu wedding.
After four years together the son and his girlfriend decided to tie the knot and with Vegas being his favorite place to visit, they chose a destination wedding, the first in our immediate family.
A quaint yet elegant affair at a Fremont Street chapel with Mister and I as witnesses.
The groom was handsome in his tux. The bride was beautiful in her formal gown.
After the ceremony we all walked a section of Fremont Street for their photo-shoot.
Memories were made as the four of us shared little glitches and unique situations.
The men thinking they were late and rushing from the hotel to the chapel because they thought the ceremony was a half hour earlier then it was.
Myself and the bride walking blocks in 114F carrying our clothes and shoes because the new limo driver didn’t know where to drop us off closer to the chapel.
Mister and I getting on the wrong freeway back to the hotel which ended with us four separated into 3 parties. Resulting in an interesting task of trying to locate each other in a large Vegas hotel without having use of cell phones.
Doing the cake cutting using plastic utensils in our hotel room, and having no plates with ate using the dig in method.
All things we laughed about and will certainly never forget.
We welcome the son’s new bride into the family and hope they have a long and happy life together. If their smiles are any indication, they are off to a great start.
Mine and Mister’s schedule didn’t quiet upon returning from this trip though.
We were home for Thursday and Friday. I did laundry, he did yard-work then we packed a suitcase and left for three days so Mister could help the son work on his truck.
We arrived back home this Monday night, with thoughts that the week will settle. No road trips in the plans, maybe just a trip into town for groceries. Then I realized I left my laptop at the daughter’s, a two hour drive away, each direction. Today had another road trip, but I think our pace will slow some now.
It’s times like this that make life interesting, and we’ll keep enjoying them while we can.
People always ask us if we get bored now that we’re retired. Ah, no.
This was our first trip as spontaneous as this. Would we do it again?
Mister would probably say, no, but I’m sure he would.
As far as me, I prefer not being so rushed, but sure I would do it again, why not?
Are you a spur of the moment traveler, or do you like to plan in advance?