That’d be me.
Despite being in the
latter half of my twenties, I’ve only been to one wedding. This weekend I will
be +1 at a wedding including most of The Boy’s extended family. His mother has
10 siblings. The Boy has around 20 cousins most of whom are already paired off
and beginning families of their own. The Boy and his sister are some of the
last hold outs.
Thursday The Boy and I
will make the 8 hour drive to his aunt and uncle’s house where we are guests.
Friday is the celebration, Saturday is up in the air, and Sunday is the 8 hour
drive back. I think this falls under the heading of ‘test of the relationship.’
Despite the ample room
for anxiety and freaking out, this is a good scenario to meet all the extended
family. While I’m sure they’re curious to meet me, I’m not the reason they’re
there. They are celebrating another family member tying the knot, jumping the
broom, getting a ball(s) and chain, and I’m out of wedding clichés for now.
The ceremony and
reception are in the same room at an art gallery so there will be wandering
while the set up changes. I expect a variety of relatives coming over to talk
to The Boy in waves and I’ll stand there politely until introduced. I can work
a room so I’m not that worried about meeting his family. I’m worried about the
road trip.
16 round trip hours of
nonstop togetherness. We’re used to our own space and I don’t do well on long
car trips. I can only handle 3-4 hours of driving in good traffic. If it’s stop
and go, I become like an enraged and caged jungle cat. I also can’t handle 8
hours of driving which means for the first time in the history of ever, someone
else will have to drive my car. Normally I sleep on road trips but I don’t see
that happening here.
I’m trying to cut this
off the boredom by having 2 really cool audiobooks on my iPod, a kickass
playlist, a book of Would You Rather questions, and jewelry making supplies for
when he’s driving. If I’m distracted, that’s for the better.
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