a word to the wise

Don't go to a wedding alone.

Let me rephrase that. If you're a girl, don't go to a wedding out-of-town alone.

Let me rephrase that again: If you're a cute, single girl (who is open to new opportunities.. nudge nudge wink wink), don't go to a gay wedding out-of-town (without consulting a map and discovering that Baltimore is FILLED with one-way streets) alone, (especially not one that requires you to drive on the NJ Turnpike over Memorial Day weekend,) (and for which said driving will cause you to incur an additional, unannounced $25 parking charge at your expensive hotel) (at which your room, incidentally has TWO double beds), even if it is for one of your absolutely favorite people from college, (but who you really haven't seen much in the last five years, and hence don't know more than six people at the wedding).

Hmmm, I make it sound like I didn't have a good time, but I did. It totally wasn't the Wedding From Hell (which I've been to), and I was really glad that I was there, and I could be a part of such a big occasion in their lives.

However, it was a lot of work to make it happen. And it was the first time I had to do something like this on my own. (which was fine, really, except for all the driving. my butt fell asleep sixteen different times!)

Oh, and I got to sleep on a Sleep Number Bed. (which, truthfully, was a bit of a letdown. It's basically a bed with some sort of air pump that will add or remove firmness from your mattress. I liked it pretty much any way it went, so I guess I'm not really their target market.)