Out to pyran's with clockworktomato
Sunday:
Up early (darn northern latitude). Showers. Checking out of the hotel. The togo coffee cups of dribbly doom. We swung back by the apartment to drop off stuff, then headed out to pick up Ginger's mom and met up with sheeplass for breakfast at Ruby's (crab cake eggs benedict, which was one of the best damn things I've eaten in a very long time.) At the end of breakfast, Dan's mom calls to let us know that we need to call the hair salon (Dan's mom and sister and Ginger's mom were scheduled for hair, and Ginger was scheduled for nails. The rest of us were thankfully exempted from doing things to either.) The salon had had two people call in because they had to go to the ER, so it was revised to Ginger's mom's and the Ginger's nails and everyone else figured out something else. We wandered around Bell Square while that was getting done, and worshipped at Teavana, peeked into Lush to see what the flap about Lush is, and visited the Oil & Vinegar store. Eventually, they were done (somehow, the salon took an hour and a half to do one set of nails and one fairly easy hairstyle), dropped Ginger's mom off at her hotel, and realized that we were running off schedule. We ran by the apartment so Holly and I could grab everything that we hadn't been able to cram into the car before and drove up to the manor. There was getting dressed and getting last minute things done (thank you flummox for helping with the plants), and then there was a wedding. It was just gorgeous. Ginger was bawling before she even got to the gazebo. :) Everything went off without a hitch. The food was good, the company was great, we got to spend a lot of time around some folks we don't get to see very off. Eventually, things wound down, we got cleaned up (thank you, lycantras