Here I am at my son's wedding. I'd love to post more pictures, including the bride and groom, but since they aren't here to give me permission, I'll refrain.
The ceremony was lovely, although it had to be inside the tent because it rained. Apparently my nephew won $5 from his mother because he bet her I wouldn't cry, and she thought I would. I didn't even get teary-eyed because (a) my son and the bride were just so danged happy, (b) my son started off his vows with his pet name for the bride, which made for a lighter tone and (c) there were too many people around. I got teary eyed before the wedding, when I was home alone, or at night thinking about the wedding, but not on the day itself.
Then we went for a week's relaxation at the cottage. Where the powers-that-be decided to pour new sidewalks the day before we were to leave, so we had to park the car on another street, then walk around the cement forms to load it. Ay yi yi!
We saw West Side Story at Stratford - great show, but I couldn't help thinking that it was a little dated. I mean, the Sharks and Jets are about as menacing as five-year-olds. And I couldn't help wondering - having watched many episodes of So You Think You Can Dance - how a choreographer might update it with hip-hop or crumping. But the leads were fantastic, and I was totally shocked at the end, even though I knew it was coming, so that's some fine theater.
I ate whatever the heck I wanted, so starting this Friday, look for Weight Loss Challenge II: Electric Boogaloo.
And while I did do some work, it's back to reality this week, which means back to the manuscript, me hearties!