Under the Weather

I started the weekend off all fine and dandy. He and I went to the Cape to attend S and T's wedding. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. 0% humidity and a balmy 80 degrees. The ceremony was held outdoors at a yacht club overlooking the water. The reception was great and full of dancing (as well as an open bar.) Everything was going well. We left relatively early because we had an hour and a half drive back home while most of our other friends were staying the night (we're dutiful parents and had to come home and tuck our doggies into bed.) Anyway, as soon as I stepped out of the car in our parking lot, I was slammed with an intense wave of heat and broke out into a sweat. I went to bed with a high fever and was not feeling my best. I spent the entire day on Sunday in bed and called in sick on Monday. I went to work yesterday because the fever had broken and I thought I was on the mend. However, while at work today, I felt like I had been run over by a truck, had it back up, and then run over me again just for fun. It doesn't help when the people around you tell you that you look and sound horrible either. I know they're trying to make me feel better because I do the same to others when they're sick. Although, it always makes the person feel worse. Oh, I look like shit? Thanks. I didn't realize. Yes, I know, guilty as charged since I commit the crime too.

Anyway, I sucked up the health crisis and went home to wait for my sister to come with me for my gown fitting. This tailor has to be THE cutest little old man next to my late grandfather. My sis and I just love him to pieces. He shuffles back and forth in his basement/work area talking in his European accented English and I swear, I just want to eat him up. He was even wearing cute little suspenders today and pink fluffy slippers that I'm sure belonged to his wife. Anyway, he did a great job with the first round of alterations so now I'll wait until next week when he does the rest. I think I'm going to adopt him into my family.

After the fitting, my sister, brother, and I went for Mexican food for dinner. Since my sister has already gotten married, she ordered the full-fat chicken chimichangas which were fried, oozing with cheese, and slathered in sour cream and guacamole. Oh, and we can't forget the sides of mexican rice and refried beans. Then next to here there was me, the bride-to-be. I ordered the chicken burrito. Not just any chicken burrito though. I had them hold the sour cream and guac, go extra light on the cheese, and substitute the refried beans with regular ol' black beans, nevermind the fact that I'd much rather have had the beef instead of chicken. My sister said it best when she looked at me after I ordered and said, "You sound like such a bride!" God, I can't wait until I can eat whatever the hell I want. He won't like it, but I will. On that note, I did seem to lose a couple pounds within the past week. I stepped on the scale and was lighter than I had anticipated. I believe it's from a combination of the wedding stress and the cold/fever. At least one good thing is coming out of all this damned stress.