My most recent adventure part 3

Before I begin, I would like to send a special shout out to my father for helping me move a lot of my stuff from San Diego to Ventura. I would also like to acknowledge my friends mother in Santa Paula (you know who you are) for being one of my most loyal readers of which I am not related by blood. Without her nagging this post would not be done yet. Okay, lets get started.

I have decided to assign names to all the people involved in My most recent adventure. These will not be their actual names of course.

Name Key:

brother : Don

sister: Sandy

brother's girlfriend: Taren

Mother: Mom

Father: Dad

sister # 2 (who has not been introduced yet, but will be soon) Alyssa

sister # 2's husband ( also not yet introduced) Beau . . . not to be confused with Bo, a friend from an earlier post.

Grandpa : Grandpa

Okay, so lets get started. Last time on My most recent adventure I had just barfed into a plastic bag from K-Mart. Good thing I hadn't decided to go green and skip the bag! We were on our way to have dinner with Taren's parents. My dad offered to take me back to the hotel, but I didn't want to be rude so I toughed it out. I knew the Excedrine Migraine would start working in 15 minutes (at least according to their commercials), so I just had to make it that long.

When we arrived, everyone else was already there. I guess none of them had to stop at K-Mart, nor did they barf along the way. We were eating at a place called Famous Daves. I would tell you if it was good or not, but I didn't eat anything. I would have, but I was afraid I would have to see it again . . . if you know what I mean.

The dinner was lovely, there were no awkward pauses, or offensive comments made on accident. I, of course, made a few sarcastic comments (which sort of goes without saying), but Taren would quickly assure her parents that they were just jokes. We stayed there talking for quite sometime before we realized that we were the last ones in the restaurant and all the people working there were glaring at us to get the hell out so they could go home.

But we weren't ready to let the night end. After all, we were having such a great time. So we all decided to take a walk around Downtown Naperville. The walk didn't last long, apparently downtown Naperville is really just a block of Bars and restaurants, as well as a construction site. It was a nice walk though, and the night with 2 completely different families seemed to go off without a hitch.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the Excedrine Migraine had done it's job, and I felt great the rest of that night!

After our exciting night with Taren's family, we all went to our seperate hotels. We had to get some sleep before our long drive to Carmel Indiana the next day.

I slept like a baby that night . . . literally . . . thumb in my mouth, blankie by my nose, and crying every couple hours. Okay, that's not true at all, but I did sleep really well.

The next morning I awoke to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. It was our wake up call. I really didn't want to get out of bed right then so I laid there for another half an hour going in and out of sleep. My sister Sandy didn't get out of bed either, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.

For fear of being late, I forced myself to get out of bed and take a shower. Taren and Don said they were going to try and be there at 9:30. It doesn't take me that long to get ready, but I prefer to let my hair dry for about an hour before I slather it with gel and hairspray. Also, I needed to get my redbull (which luckily they sold in the lobby). I knew if I waited and drank it in the car, I would have to pee real bad an hour into the 3 and 1/2 hour drive. I didn't want to be the one to make us stop.

Taren and Don were late as usual. Taren's the type that will never be on time. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was late to her own wedding ( don't let this example confuse you, Taren and Don are not engaged, and they don't want to be bothered about it either so just leave them alone!) . Anyway, by the time we left it was already 10:15. However, because we were going to Indiana it was actually 11:15. We needed to be there by 3 o'clock so everyone could shower and get ready for my cousins wedding at 6pm. Did I mention that was the whole point of this trip. Well, it was.

I would like to take the time to mention that my cousin who was getting married that day is a year younger than me. It is important that you know I am not bitter about the fact that she got married before me as well as finished school before me. None of this matters in the big picture because when it comes right down to it, our grandpa will always like me better. In fact, I'm sort of his hero. Now, back to the story . . .

After 3 and 1/2 hours of drivng, we had arrived. Carmel Indiana is the kind of place people dream about . . . beautiful houses with white picket fences, and beautiful green lawns. However, the dream quickly turns into a nightmare when you realize you are in Indiana, and the most exciting city is equivilent to . . . well, a really boring city. I would only recommend visiting this state as a means to get to another state close by, but if you can avoid driving through it, you should.

My parents, my other sister (Alyssa), and her husband (Beau) were already there. Unfortunately, Beau had aquired food poisening from some sort of Mexican food the night before. He felt terrible and was in his hotel room sleeping . . . or possibly puking. My parents and Alyssa were in the lobby eating lunch. Sandy checked us into the hotel and we went up to our room to get ready. We had two rooms. I was in the one with Alyssa and Beau, and Sandy was in the one with Don and Taren.

I had to get ready in the room with Don, Taren, and Sandy so I wouldn't disturb Beau. Time was dwindeling, but I was of course, the first to be ready. After all, it doesn't take much to make me look beautiful. I wore a black dress that belonged to my sister Alyssa. I'm not going to lie, I looked pretty hot. My sisters insisted on doing my hair, but we ran out of time, so I just did it myself. I think it looked great . . . although others would probably disagree.

When we were all ready we looked pretty sharp! My sister Sandy looked a little shocking though. Let's just say you could see a little too much of her upper body. It was a dress appropriate for working at an "escort" service.

At 5:15 we headed for the wedding. It was a beautiful day for getting married outside.

Stay tuned to hear about a wild wedding, a terrifying drive back to Chicago, and a crazy thunderstorm.