Which is what I'll wish I was doing.
Early Friday, braving the Black Friday traffic, Vicky, Mike and I will head north in Vicky's cushy Caddy, heading for Charlotte, North Carolina. We figure about a six-hour drive. No matter, we plan on hitting the road around eight, and the rehearsal dinner isn't until that evening. I haven't packed yet, naturally, nor do I know what I am taking.
Melissa and Steve are getting married tomorrow, and we plan to be there to drop our jaws when it actually happens.
We work with Melissa. Steve lives in a city about an hour away, so theirs has been a middling-distance relationship, which I happen to think is pretty ideal, but nobody asks me. They dated for about five years before getting engaged about two years ago. I guess they think they can't string it out any longer.
The thing is, Melissa thinks now that she's getting married, she has to move to Steve's city. Don't know why. Which means she has to quit her job. Which makes me sad. Though I'm happy for her. And really happy for him.
Congratulations Melissa and Steve
(and bye, Melissa. sniff.)
[Image from Visit Naperville]