My friend Alex recently celebrated her marriage to Ciaran at her childhood home in Sumner, Maine. Alex and Ciaran were wed in city hall some months ago but they wanted to have a party to share the even with their friends and families. We gorged ourselves on everything from whole roasted pig to gourmet lobster spring rolls to lemon poppy seed cupcakes. The wedding guests spent the weekend in a tent community that would put the Boy Scouts of America to shame.
Kevin and I almost didn't make it to Maine. If we didn't have a minivan full of bread and cupcakes we would have probably turned back. It was to be our first night spent away from the kids. In the chaos of our toy infested home, we couldn't find the battery charger for our camera. We stopped at the store on the way out of town to buy a cheap replacement camera only to find out our mortgage check cleared from our bank account a couple days earlier than I anticipated...our debit card was declined and we had no back-up plan.
Kevin's boss was supposed to pay him on the Thursday before our trip but he never showed with the check (typical in the construction business). Even though I was certain he wouldn't answer his phone at 8am on Saturday morning, Kevin called to see if we could get his pay. Good news - he answered and he had the check for us. Bad news - we had to drive 2 hours in the wrong direction to get it.
At least we found out about our fiscal irresponsibility before we emptied our gas tank. We would have been stranded in New Hampshire, calling the bride before her big day with an SOS.
We made it to Maine a few, ten, hours later with the bread and the cupcakes in tow. It was a little wet, a little cold but a lot of fun.