The Day After: Coming Home

B, the good clerk that he is, had to be back bright and early for work on Monday, so after the wedding reception, which ended at 11, we headed back, grabbed pizza, then proceeded to try to pack at 1am before our 4am wake up call. It went something like this.

Me: B, can you pack the laptop?

B (in bed): Sure. Packing laptop.

Me: B! Are you packing it?

B (slouching further into the pile of pillows): I am! I'm packing it!

Me: B! The laptop! (a la "Ma! The Meatloaf!")

B: (Eyes closed, hands flat on the bed) I'm packing it! I'm packing it!

We had a two hour layover in Baltimore, where B was able to catch a few Zs before the second leg of our journey. We made it home around noon and (yea!), B ended up not having to go in, so we spent the afternoon snuggled up among our own pillows watching tv and snacking on whatever was left in the apartment.

After two weddings in two weeks, we're glad to have a break from the celebrations (and the wine... and the steaks... and the...) until October, when we gear up again for an affair in Atlanta!