What a week it's been! Bob was out of town last weekend, and I, as I mentioned, spent Saturday trying on underwear, and Sunday doing laundry and cleaning the house. He got back on Tuesday, and we went out to dinner for our anniversary--29 years! Which means, I believe, that we got married the year Misty was born . . .
I had called and made a reservation at Stephenson's Old Apple Farm, "our place," but with everything else that was going on, I decided I didn't feel like driving all the way out there, so we went to On the Border for Mexican and had big Margaritas. Wednesday night was dinner out with Misty and her bridesmaids and another friend--two glasses of wine. Thursday was a shower, but I didn't go -- it started at 4:30 and I just couldn't get there, so instead, I worked late. And I think maybe Bob left that night to go hunting . . . it's all kind of a blur.
I know he was gone Friday, because the rehearsal was Friday night, then the rehearsal dinner afterward. It was cool out, and it made me realize that I was going to need some kind of wrap, so I got up early Saturday morning and went shopping again. I found a beautiful black velvet jacket with a cut velvet shawl collar--too expensive, but it was beautiful and perfect, and so I just decided to get it and not try to find something else. Then I ran a few more quick errands, got a quick lunch at Long John Silver's, then went home to get ready.
We couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. The weather cooperated -- no rain -- it was cool and clear and windy. I was glad I had the jacket! Bob came to the rescue not once, but four times: he had a knife in his pocket to cut the packaging off the new extension cords for the band/sound system; he went out and bought bottled water for the band (and for me); he had a lighter in his pocket and kept the little candle lighter boy's candle lit; and he provided Misty's mother with a clean handkerchief when she started to cry during the ceremony.
I was telling David about Bob being a hero at the wedding, and he said, "As ever!" Bob is pretty much always prepared for anything. Most people don't seem to really think about it. When we were in the cave last year and the lights went out, he and I were the only ones with flashlights -- little ones that we keep on our keychains.
When I was changing purses for the wedding -- I had a small black one that I was switching to in lieu of my big brown leather one -- I remembered something I'd seen on a website recently: "CLICK." That's what you need to have in your evening bag. Cell phone, lipstick, identification, cash, keys. And that's what I took. Plus a credit card just in case, and a pen, because I always have to have a pen. I wished later I'd remembered to bring a hairbrush, after standing around in the wind for three or four hours, but then I remembered that I had one in my gym bag in the trunk of the car, along with spare clothes, moisturizer, toothpaste . . . I could easily spend the night somewhere if I needed to. I know Bob always keeps a change of clothes in his van, just in case.
In case of what, I'm not sure.