Nathan and I couldn't attend wenchcon on account of me being a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding the following weekend in Atlanta and work needing me to come in on March 15, meaning we couldn't just spend the entire week in Atlanta.
Anyrate. We left at An Hour Too Early to be Spoken Of (4:00 AM). Our suitcase was 5 lbs overweight when we got to the ticket counter.
"So what do we do?"
"You can either pay $25 or take five pounds out of your suitcase."
The meticulously packed suitcase with the heavy stuff on the bottom. "We'll just pay the $25."
Boarding passes were gotten, we aren't selected for the Special Security (as Nathan is basically every time he flies). We fly into NY/La Guardia by 6:50 AM on a tiny connection plane. We check in again to get our seat assignments. Ten minutes later, we're called up to the desk. o_O They've overbooked the flight and offer us either a $200 voucher or an upgrade to first class on the next flight that leaves at 10 AM (as opposed to the current 8 AM flight). Now, we want to take it.
They ask if we have any time constraints.
"We have a wedding rehearsal at 4PM."
"We'll get you to Atlanta by 12:43 PM."
"Okay, but if the plane runs late and we don't get there on time for the rehearsal, I'm calling the bride and handing the phone to you."
"We'll get you there. Did you want a voucher or upgrade?"
"Upgrade please!" Neither of us has flown first class and vouchers tend to be a pain in the ass with all the blackout dates.
Now we've got an extra couple hours to spend at the airport (along with two $7 breakfast vouchers each). We end up playing gin rummy at a table we've staked out at a food court. We both get mad at each other (we're way too competitive) and don't speak for the entire game, just to be safe.
Finally we board our flight and it's a fantastic first class. Roomy, they serve FOOD, plenty of room to nap and work. We've spoiled ourselves with this, since we now know just what we're missing. Unfortunately, some of the men around us have gas, so it isn't a nasally pleasant flight. We arrive by 12:43 indeed, snag our rental car and head up to Gainesville. We meet up with the bride. Commence the rehearsal. The ringbearer and two flowergirls are the most well behaved of all the folks. The adults are scolded more than once to stop wiggling, fidgeting and hold STILL.
Nathan and I are exhausted and get through the rehearsal dinner. The bride tells us to drive to Ben and Lindsay's and get some sleep. We do so. At Ben's, I've now woken up from the 45 minute drive to get there. We end up watching Pulp Fiction (neither nathan nor I had seen it before), then crashing. After getting lost the next morning, we make it to the church in time for me to change quickly into my dress, get some makeup slapped on to me, and rush for pictures. I am nearly physically in pain at not being able to be doing the photographing. The bride (Leanne) finds this Quite Amusing.
Wedding was beautiful, aside from Evan (of my college incident) showing up uninvited. I don't make eye contact.
After the reception, we zoom back to Ben and Lindsay's. We hit up a hibachi grill place (you CAN have rice that's too greasy! I swear!) then laze around playing rummy and watching part of kill bill, till we realize we should get our butts to bed 'cause we're heading to the Fowlers in the morning.
The next day we hike with the Fowlers. Great fun was had! Robert and Liam are a riot, Ben and Lindsay also one. After the hike, we grab some food at Fuddrucker's (as Olivia said in the W3 thread). Mmmmm. Good burgers there. At Olivia's, I crash for a nap, Nathan gives Ron a good ol' ass whuppin' at Halo. Ben and Lindsay grab Eddie at the bus station and once they return, Ben drags me out of bed and blissful sleep. In the living room, Ben insults Lindsay, and Lindsay commences biting Ben until he apologizes.
Ben endures many bites. Ben won't apologize. Lindsay says "Say you're sorry for being a butt."
"I'm sorry you think I'm a butt."
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat...you get the idea. Finally Ben apologizes and we head to go play at Go-Karts. We snag many tickets for the boys (since it's WAY more fun when you're little to get those tickets and choose prizes). Go-Karting was cutthroat. Eddie passed Ben (who would challenge but back off when it came too close too bumping). Eddie bumped me once trying to pass me, but apparently I cut him off for the entire ride.
We head for dinner at Bugaboo Creek. Nathan smashes his finger, drawing a good deal of blood and attention with his subsequent yelp when his finger was initially smashed. He's fine, and very proud of his injury (it is quite grotesque looking). We call it a night and head back to Athens. I pass out on the futon while everyone is watching Eddie Izzard. The next day, I rested from my plague while the others went bowling. We then packed up and headed for the Fowler's. We get lost when we keep heading North as we were told (North and west all the way!) and find out no, we were supposed to head south for a bit. We do manage to meet up with the Fowlers at this awesome pizza place.
Nathan relayed a comment to me that you made about yourself that he very much disagreed with. Something along the lines of you thinking you weren't lithe, and that he thought you were wrong and are skinny and in shape.