I went to California last weekend for my cousin's wedding. I flew out Friday late in the morning. It was a whirlwind weekend.

I got to hug my dad. Which was swell because I missed him and it was nice to hug him after the whole heart attack thing. He was in surprisingly good spirits.

I had a 3 hour layover in Denver. So that chalked up one more state on my list of states I've visited. I've now been to six. Although in three of them I was only in the airport! LOL Only 44 more to go.

Friday night I shared a queen sized bed with my Grandma. I didn't really mind at all but apparently she hasn't shared a bed with anyone in 20 years so she didn't get much sleep. Apparently I 'shudder' in my sleep. She said it kept her up. I've never had any complaints like that before.

I forgot my bathing suit. I don't know what I was thinking there.

Saturday night I went to the bachelorete party. No male stripper (female either). I still have yet to see a stripper. Though they all assured me that I'm not missing anything and it's really a horrible and degrading thing anyway, I feel I should make up my own mind on that matter.

My baby cousin Joanna just turned 21. Makes me feel very old as I remember watching her nurse. Also it made the weekend a lot more fun because she's a lot of fun and she can drink now!

We got 'home' at 2am. I went to my cousin Hannah's room (the one getting married) and helped make direction signs for the wedding guests. So I didn't get back to the hotel room where I was staying with my parents (yeah! not Nana) until 3am. Apparently my dad waited up. Crazy man.

Sunday was the wedding. Spent the morning doing the flowers with my Aunt Nora. It was fun. Huge bright pink Gerber daisies.

The wedding was neat. It was outside in a park. The 'groomsmen' were women. And everyone in the wedding wore Converse with their ballgowns. It was cool.

There was food and dancing. I missed my husband.

Since the wedding was at a state park no alcohol was allowed. We went instead to a bar called Avalon afterwards. There's no smoking in bars in California. That totally ROCKED! Well except that meant everyone stayed on the patio as much as possible.

I found out that two of my cousins are also bisexual and I admit that makes me feel a little competitive, make of that what you will. I got pretty damn drunk at the 'after party'. I hit on a lot of gay boys! LOL I think it may have been a gay bar. Though I'm not sure. There wasn't much of a crowd at 10 on a Sunday night. We left by midnight because I had to catch a plane at 7:40am which still means being at the airport by at least 6:40.

Amazingly I woke up at 5am without even trying.

My Aunt Nora drove me to the airport. Apparently she and my baby cousin had stayed up until 2am talking all about everything that I said at the bar! I guess I no longer have any secrets from THAT Aunt! LOL

Talked with a nice German man in the San Francisco airport. We had to re-do our entire conversation midway through because he mistook my being from Washington for being from Washington D.C. That happens a lot. But you'd think in California people wouldn't automatically assume the FAR AWAY Washington. They do.

From the Seattle airport I called Leanne (who was visiting her parents in the Tri-Cities for the weekend) to marvel that for once I was in Seattle and she was in Richland. Tee hee.

Flying over Richland in the plane I felt a really weird connection to the place. Thoughts like "my river" and "my city" floated through my head. It was sickening. *sigh*

Now I'm home and life is back to normal. Except that, notably, my husband and sister cleaned a very large percentage of my house before I got home! So I take back all the bad things I have said about both of them. :)