Again I've let a lot of stories pass before trying to recount them. So here's the quick synopsis. On Thursday Jen and I flew out to New York for her sister's wedding. We flew into Laguardia and took a shuttle out to Long Island and then a ferry out to Fire Island where we had a pricey dinner (a pint of Guinness for $8) with Christi, Joe, and other assembled guests. It was fun to take the ferry and meet some of Christi's friends.
The next day I got up and went skeet shooting with Joe, Jen's dad, Joe's brothers, and one of Christi's friends. I'd never shot skeet before, nor a shotgun, so this was a blast (literally). Fortunately the guys showed me how to fire and over-and-under and a pump without blowing my feet off, bruising my shoulder, or killing anyone. I actually hit 6 out of the 20, which was better than I expected. While we were on the range, we saw a deer wander onto the range. That one must have been suicidal or crazy or both.
That afternoon we did the rehearsal at the gorgeous St. Patrick's church in Bay Shore. The wedding coordinator was a bit of a terror, but otherwise entertaining. We followed it up with a sweltering rehearsal dinner at a country club where I sweat profusely under my jacket.
Saturday was the wedding, and it went quite well, despite the heat of the church and the torrential rain outside. I ushered and walked Jen's mom down the aisle. We then went to Joe's family's house for the reception. The ceremony was at 2:30 and we didn't leave the reception until after 11. Jen and I were dead on our feet. Still we had to pack for the next day. That was when we took the Long Island Railroad into Brooklyn and met up with my friend Chris and his son Nat. He took us and our luggage for a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan where we met up with his wife Mulzer and ate at a Shake Shack. We then chatted in the park before we headed up to Jen's friend Jason's place where we caught the end of the World Cup and then went to dinner with him and his girlfriend Kristen.
Tired and ready to leave the humidity, we took a cab to the airport. While we were going through security, an older woman slipped in between Jen and myself. While I was putting my stuff back together, the
TSA official came and grabbed her bag, asking if it was hers. She said yes. He then opened it up and said "1" and pulled out a container of jam. He said "2" and pulled out a full bottle of water. He said "3", and pulled out a full half liter of Pepsi. He picked up the jam and said, "this is a gel". She said, "No, it's strawberry." Seriously? Have you not flown since 9/11? How freaking stupid are you?
We proceeded to fly home on a flight with a screaming baby and a seat-kicking child behind us. We were so freaking exhausted when we got home, but so freaking glad to be out of the grimy-feeling, sweat-inducing humidity. It was great to meet Joe's family and to be there for the wedding, though. I'll try to have pictures up soon!