Gypsy Trip Event 1- Lordy, Lordy!

Back in the archaic past, which we call "high school" there was a girl we call Lordy. The first time I met her, I thought, "wow she has pretty hair". And she did. But over the next (holy moly I can't believe it's been-) TEN years, I found that there is much more to Lordy than really, really, pretty hair. I'm not the only one who noticed. So did Mr. Ed.


(See. Pretty Hair.)





Apparently Lordy thought Mr. Ed was pretty cool, too. So Little One and I jetted over to northern cali to help them get hitched. It was quite an adventure! This wedding took place on a gorgeous ranch, which just happened to be about a 30 minute drive on a, uh, "rustic" dirt road- from cell phone service. Don't even think about civilization. So I tried to gulp down my mama "what if" worries about Little One, which was pretty easy considering Lordy was the most un-zilla bride ever, and took every precaution to keep Little One safe. What a great Auntie!
Now, me, I had a ball. I got to hang out with some of my best, most favortiest, closest to my heart girls, who I see much too rarely, and I got to do it in a beautiful setting.
Little One...well...She had a rather rough time of it. She was pretty fussy and clingy quite a bit of the time. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that She got hauled around a lot, missing naps and being generally over-stimulated by all the people and excitement going on. Being at the apex of the Seperation Anxiety phase didn't help a whole lot either. We also shared a room with a handfull of other people, including some frat brothers of the groom.
Frat Brothers are great, sweet, fun guys. Seriously, they are good people, Peanuts. They also snore, which is apparently scary. And they sometimes stumble in at 2 am shouting, "BAby! Baaaby! HI baby!!! Hee! Taheehee! Theresababyinhe-ouch! Sorry table. Wheresmahbed? Where's my-BABY! Uh oh. (dropping to a loud whisper and looking at me with concern) She's awake!"
It turns out being a bridesmaid and a single mother wasn't quite as cake as I'd hoped, and I'm sorry to say I think I did a rather mediocre job at both. And I'm very sorry to whoever the dude was that burst through the door at 1:32am on the eve of the wedding, walked up to me and Little One in bed, and demanded, "wheres my phone?!" Wrong place, wrong time, wrong mama.
BUT! As I said, I had a blast. I reveled in being with my girls and I soaked in the amazing scenery and I oohed and ahhed over the fabulous details of the perfect wedding, and I did no vacuuming whatsoever. And despite Little One's difficulty adjusting She squeezed in plenty of Her own fun, too. SO much fun, that I will have to post each part of this event seperately, I think. Because here is the other thing about Lordy with the really pretty hair. She knows how to have fun. And this wedding was not just great-wedding fun, it was epic, Lordy sized fun. Which means that it extended over several days and, as you will see, several miles.