Making up for lost time: round one. Pretend it's Friday, October 12.I went to bed at 5:30am, following three hours of rain-soaked, late night chauffeur duty. Two hours of sleep later (half of my expected sleep quota), I was awake and preparing to head eastbound.
Somehow I managed to work through the haze of exhaustion; I mean, I actually did a full day's work before heading to the night's nuptial event. I was in alcohol avoidance, so as to not fall asleep face first in my food.
I tried to attain dancing avoidance as well, but I knew that in the present company it wouldn't fly for long. My defenses were so far down that I even allowed myself to be coerced into learning how to wobble. I'm pretty sure I should retire from that dance now.
And thus ended my 2012 wedding season. It was only the first third of the seemingly neverending story known as my weekend though.
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