April Showers

Last weekend, I took a three-and-half hour road trip with a couple girlfriends to a bridal shower for one of the girls.

I say three-and-a-half hours. That number is subject to interpretation.

You see, we set out shortly after 8a.m., and the GPS showed us arriving at 11:30. That's three and a half hours... right?

The shower didn't start until 1:00; so we dilly-dallyed. We stopped at Target. We picked up some water, and some earrings for the bride-to-be. (She was wearing two different earrings. It was not a fashion statement.)

We looked at shoes. Stopped in the pharmacy department to pick up some generic Advil for me because I was starting to develop a headache. Found Target-brand Advil for 89 cents for a bottle of 24 pills.

All three of us grabbed a bottle. That kind of a deal is just too hard to pass up.

You really start to feel the aging process when you realize how excited you get now about cheap pain-reliever, instead of, say, cheap cases of beer.

Anyway, we got back on the road and were still showing an arrival time of 11:45 or so. We didn't want to get there too early, say any earlier than 12:30, so as not to upset the hostess's well-laid plans.

At the suggestion of the bride-to-be's father, we let up on the gas and kind of putzed our way along, and made some plans to stop at some shops in town upon arrival, thus delaying our trip until the requisite 15-20 minutes prior to start-time.

Melissa, sitting in the back seat of the car, noticed the actual time was 11:30. She also noted that we were about an hour away from Detroit, which is about half an hour away from our final destination.

11:30 plus one hour to Detroit plus half an hour to Rochester = 1:00.

GPS shows arrival time of 11:55.

Something didn't quite compute.

FINALLY, one of us realized that the TIME on the GPS was incorrectly shown as 10:30, not 11:30. Tom-tom thought we'd get there at 11:55. Turns out, we were actually slated for arrival at 12:55.

We were all of a sudden perilously close to being LATE for the party.

Our lead-foot bride, however, saved the day. We pulled in with about 10 minutes to spare. (I'm just kidding, Mimi and Pops, if you're reading this. She drove very responsibly. Just a little more purposefully.)

The party was lovely, a nice time was had by all.

True to form, I was unprepared, and had put off the gift-preparation (wrapping and card-writing) until the night before. I pulled out my box of greeting cards and flipped through it, looking for the bridal shower card.

I found it. Kind of.

It was an anniversary card. I could have sworn I had a bridal shower card in there.

I totally could have gone out and bought a bridal shower card then and there. I also could have used the "friendship" card that was kind of generic and boringly pretty.

Instead, I used a "Get Well Soon" card. I wrote a lengthy letter on the inside explaining my dilemma and that I'd gone that route just to be funny.

We all know the truth is that it was a sadly-devised plan to conceal my hopeless disorganization.

Oh well. They all fell for it.

Other pics of the party below. Thanks to the hostesses and others that put on the party. We had a great time.