The best laid plans
When Ryan and I were home for Christmas we went to Christmas Eve mass. The sermon was really good and in part of it the priest said that God laughs at you when you make plans, because you can’t ever really plan anything. Ry and I found this really funny, because I plan EVERYTHING. I plan my day, my lunch, my bathroom break, our dinners, our weekends, our everything. Sometimes too much, but in most cases it means we get to all the things we want to see/do/eat/drink.
I spent everyday leading up to our wedding planning it. Planning every detail. Anything that can be planned, was. And a few weeks prior to everyone hopping on planes and heading to MEXICO, there was an outbreak of swine flu that had all Americans in fear of travel. Airlines canceled flights, travel was restricted and in some cases banned to Mexico. We did our best gathering and reading through information and government websites to distribute properly to our guests, and in the end almost everyone made it (except 1 and I still don’t think swine flu had anything to do with it). Flights were changed and redirected and yet somehow everyone ended up in a shittle headed from the Puerto Vallarta airport to Sayulita to celebrate with us.
My good friend Angelique is getting married this weekend in Puerto Rico. Like me, she’s been planning for months and like me, something came up that changed everything. The biggest snowstorm in years hit the northeast early this mornng and the NY airports SHUT DOWN. My best friend is taking the most circuitous route imagined— train to Albany, plane to Charlotte, overnight in Charlotte, plane to Saint Thomas, and then to San Juan. Unreal. And it sounds like a few guests may not be able to make it…I feel for Ang, because I’ve been there. Ryan and I had our flight canceled for our wedding on our way to the airport!! But somehow it all works out. And I guess in the end, as long as Ang and her soon to be husband get there, that’s all that matters.
