Wedding week(end): Wednesday

I figured that I would have to write about the weekend in parts. The fact of the matter is, I'm still recovering. I feel like I could sleep for a week.

The travel to SFO was not as smooth sailing as I had expected. When my Waco-DFW flight was about to board, they announced the flight was cancelled. I ran to the ticketing desk and reviewed my options: wait for the bus to come and drive us all to DFW and hope we make our connections, given the bus is 45 minutes away from arriving, or get my luggage and drive myself. I chose option B and ran out to my car. En route, I called American Airlines to verify that I was still on the Dallas to SFO flight, because I had received an automated message saying I had been rebooked for the NEXT DAY out of Waco. But wouldn't you know it, the computers for the whole American Airlines network were down, and I was told to call back in 90 minutes. Are you kidding? My flight takes off in 90 minutes, fool. I actually got to DFW with quite a bit of time to spare, thanks to the expensive parking deck, dropped my already checked bag off with the handlers and went through security. I even had a tuna sandwich. When I attempted to board, my boarding pass read "Duplicate Seat" and I was referred to the gate agent. I had been cancelled off of the flight. Despite my demands of the Waco agent to TELL DFW that I was on my way. I looked at the DFW agent and said "are you kidding?" She put me on the flight in another seat (I had to relinquish 9B) and I boarded and promptly fell asleep. Feeling somewhat refreshed, I made my way to the baggage claim where I waited an hour for my bags to show up. Luckily, the bridesmaid dress was a carry on, because there was a moment when I thought my bags might have been left in Dallas or something. But, I gathered my things, got in the rental car and checked into the Cathedral Hill Hotel. I called Kimra, who was at home doing wedding stuff, and I went over to see her only after downing a cheeseburger and a vanilla malt at the diner across the street. The weather was SO much warmer than I expected...it made it into the 90s! The beautiful thing about San Francisco (among many beautiful things) is that walking is really a treat. There are so many incredible sights that catch the eye, even during the most functional walking to the diner across the street. I walked the 8 blocks to Kimra's, reunited with her cats, saw the gift pile, and folded some laundry. We even previewed father-daughter and mother-son dance song possibilities. By 11:30 I was totally wiped out and dragged myself home where I crashed and was not roused until 8:30 the next day.