We are at 18 days folks. Truly the countdown is on.
But let's back up for a moment to May 20. Eddie, the man of honor picks me up in Tewksbury. We go and have lunch, and then to a movie. Poseidon. Not bad, good special effects. We motor down to Angus' home in Dorchester. Upon arrival, I am met by Joe, Dimitri, Tom, Tony, and Gary. Much fun ensues, as we sample the delicious food that Angus has prepared. There are multi tiered levels of cake stands, brimming with quesidillas, mushrooms, chicken wings, shrimp with cocktail sauce, and pastry creme filled swans - which I find that Angus has made himself. I am nearly speechless at the love these guys have for me, to make my upcoming wedding a memorable day. Then it's time to open presents. Knowing most of the readers of this blog, let us just say that we now have more "marital aids" than we will ever think, or had even thought, of ever using. You see, in Europe, where Angus is from, the "shower" is not for getting gifts, it is for gag gifts and such. And boy what gifts! When you have to ask how you "use" one of your gifts.... well... wow. As all this is going on, Rob is off at his bachelor party, eating Chinese food and going to a comedy club. I digress. So off we go to an.... "alternative" bar, where we drink many delicious and dangerous cocktails, and many funny moments occur. Now mind you I have been decorated with a sequin cowboy hat, a "Bride to Be" sash, a white flowered lei, and a blinking button which reads BACHELORETTE. (Good thing I don't have epilepsy or I would have had a seizure!) A tall slender man approaches me and asks what my first dance song is. I tell him, and he asks me to show him how we will dance. Then he tells me how to show Rob how to dance, to avoid the "high school shuffle." Then he introduces himself as Richard, and his occupation is a choregrapher. Why oh why could I have met him before the third Cosmo ?!?!? It was like old times, being out with the "boys" and having nothing but laughs and cocktails before us. God I love those guys.
In other news, Grammy is not doing well, which is just so bittersweet. Rob and I went to visit her and it was just so hard. She no longer has recognition, even of us, or her great granddaughter. As hard as I am taking it, I think Rob is feeling just as sad. Actually I don't think, I know. She has become his surrogate grammy, and she is just so frail, so sad, so not the woman I grew up with, and certainly a mere shell of her former self. It's such a bittersweet time, for while she is here suffering, she cannot fully share the joy - where even a month ago she still could. So say a prayer that Grammy finds the peace she so deperately seeks.
