Wedding Changes

This trip to Texas I am staying with my friend, Chris, who is getting married this weekend. I went downstairs when I woke up (at noon) and I found Chris still at home. He was going to go to work, but found out this morning - 3 days before the wedding - that the place where he was going to get married this Saturday is not available as planned, and he had to change his wedding date to Friday. I neurotically laughed in his face, I am mentally sick like that. He laughed too. We were laughing because laughter really helps you get over ridiculous circumstances. He spent a long time calling people today, and he'll have to do more when he gets back this evening. He and his soon-to-be wife are handling it really well, and that is all you can ask for. The wedding is going to be beautiful because they are serving barbeque and playing country music and the wedding party is wearing flip-flops.

My only problem now is that I have this funky big black toenail and I have to wear the flip-flops. I will just tell people that it is toe-lymphoma and they won't be able to make fun of me.

[If you are anyone from Chris's wedding checking out my blog, just so you know, it is at the same place and same time, just on Friday instead of Saturday.]