We got to Glouchester around lunch time, and were able to relax for a while before the wedding. Unfortunately it was about 95 degrees with 95% humidity (and I'm really only just barely exaggerating - it was awful). The wedding was outdoors in late afternoon. I literally had sweat running down my legs. The ceremony was very nice, and it was really neat how they wove their love of travel throughout the ceremony and the reception.
They had the best food I've ever seen at a wedding. They had a salsa bar and sangria during the cocktail hour. Dinner was three stations from three countries. New Zealand (where they met) was a lamb roast with the most delicious mashed potatoes I've ever had. Italy was classic pasta and antipasto. Greece was pita and hummus...and stuff I don't remember...because I only ate about 3 bites of dinner before feeling so miserably sick again.
I felt so awful that I had to go back to the room - Boyfriend was so super sweet and came with me, abandoning his dinner. Neither of us could believe how distended my stomach was. Boyfriend zipped me into my dress with no difficulty, even with a bit of room to spare. Plenty of room to be comfortable. By time we got back to the room I could barely breathe in the dress. The weird thing was, without actually getting sick sick, about an hour later I felt ok. Not good, but good enough to go back and get some more for Boyfriend to eat and at least say goodnight to Amy. While Boyfriend had some dessert (pavlova! so much better than cake!) I gradually felt better and better. I can't explain it, but I wasn't complaining. We would up staying for the rest of the reception, though we skipped the after party.
Believe it or not, the stomach woes weren't over. Boyfriend woke up sick the next morning. It was pretty crummy timing since we had to drive back to Pennsylvania that day. He stayed behind while I went to brunch, and fortunately he survived the drive home without being sick (in my still quite new car!). By Monday he felt tolerable, and back to normal by Tuesday.
It was definitely an up and down holiday weekend, but the wedding was lovely and fun. Amy's one of my oldest friends, and her mom's been one of my extra moms for ages. Amy was a year ahead of my in school, and I met her playing softball in the town summer league. I believe we introduced ourselves when I slid into her at second base. :) There were a couple of years where we played year round, with indoor practice at a the batting cages during the winter. After winter practices we always went back to her house for ice cream and Dawson's Creek (yep, judge away). My senior year when Amy had gone away to school, I still went over to her parents' house on Wednesday nights for ice cream and Dawson's Creek. I can't tell you how happy it made me to see Amy so happy. In every photo I took of Amy she had a giant, beaming smile. I actually I tear up a little every time I think about how completely happy she is and seeing that enormous smile on her face. :)
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