The big day is finally here. A little over six months ago, we were here dodging tropical storm Fay but loving the resort. Today I'm sitting on my balcony looking at the pool and the bay between the mainland and Sanibel Island while Diana is off for her hair and makeup appointment.
We've had some travel casualties, so to speak. The Toledo Mattoni's had the drama in Detroit, and Michelle did not make it here. Gonch had a last-minute child care failure, and he and his wife had to bail. Lois (Tim's wife) had to attend to school action for one of their kids. While disappointing that these folks can't be here, we know that it was largely outside of their control. We'll spill a little off the stern of the boat for our travel-challenged friends and family.
Last night we had a very small dinner gathering just for the people standing up at the wedding, plus Tyler (and Beth) since he's shooting. The bill was impressive. I drank a lot of wine, after getting free drinks at the pool. I was pretty much done with the alcohol at that point, because I didn't want to be ruined for the big day. So when the party continued at the bar, I stuck to water. We were in bed by 11:30.
So I'm hanging out on the balcony, watching the boats go by, the resident pelican get his fish on and using the free Wi-Fi. It's a little cloudy right now, but the forecast calls for it to be pretty hit or miss. At noon I'll meet the boys at the pool. Temperature will be perfect.
It's a good day to get married.
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