Saturday at 2am, Jess and Jake flew into Manchester. I stayed up to make sure they didn't crash, completely disregarding the fact that I needed to be on a bus at 9am to meet mama. So sure enough at 8am I was struggling to wake up, but I managed to get dressed, threw my make up into my purse and took a bus to catch a train to catch a shuttle to meet my mom at a hotel. Whew.
Mom and I hopped in the car, drove up to Manchester to meet J+J and go to lunch. Bad idea. Why do I ever eat before I travel? Of course, the minute we walked out, I felt like I was going to die. Mom pointed out that she was surprised that I ordered what I did (a grilled chix sammich with bacon, cheese and bbq sauce) - mom, if you read this, next time SPEAK UP. Tell me to get a salad! So luckily Jess and Jacob lightened my mood and got me past my nausea and we were off to my uncle Iggy's wedding in CT, 130 miles from Manchester.
The wedding was...interesting. The ceremony itself was really touching, and the food was yummo, but I feel like I didn't talk to my relatives as much as I could have. I did get remarkably drunk and babbled to a few random people. I wonder who they were?
We eventually made our way out of the wedding (I know I promised people I would visit for holidays and was a drunky mess and played with poison ivy before I was escorted to the car. Jess took photos, I will post when she uploads them.) We drove to Boston and went to the hotel bar and eventually I found my way home. side note: while at the hotel, my dad was walking me out to a cab. The hotel has glass elevators that give a view to the lobby...and a group of girls decided that would be a perfect time to flash us. I looked away and hope to never find out if my dad noticed. Eep.
The next morning I woke up and made my way back to the hotel to have brunch with the fam. Hangovers of course lead to me feeling sick and not wanting to eat, but I gave it a go since it was big and expensive. I think I got my moneys worth at that buffet. We watched dad open his gifts and went to my storage unit to size up the amount of things we need to bring back to CT. Amazingly my stepmom said "let's bring Floof too", so off my little tiny went to her new home in CT!
I've included some photos of my new "room" - some of the stuff will be removed, some will be moved around, and eventually I will have my own bed and dresser in there.
After a few days of getting Floof settled and hanging out, I took the MEGABUS back to Boston. $17 and 4.5 hours later, here I am back in the big city, trying to pack and get ready for the last hoorah in Boston. Trying to sell all of my stuff and get ready to leave and moving Jammy to his new home all at once is a bit overwhelming. I think I will nap.
A very weird stone we saw at my uncle's house during the wedding. Had to take a photo.
Floof enjoying her car ride. She actually wasn't that bad. She got out and climbed onto my dad for a bit. They are in love. He won't admit it, but they are.
My new room. The sofabed and TV will stay. Possibly the artwork too?
Look at me, such a good little do-be, folding all the laundry. The chair, lamp, and bookshelf will most likely go.
My very own bathroom! I think everything there will stay, except those green towels. Laura only allows white towels in her life.
The bus ride. I don't think you can see it, but there is bulletproof glass behind the driver's seat. Much more reassuring than stupid GayHound.
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