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So, this weekend. I was actually looking forward to it, and have been for a while now. My friend, Lily is getting married. She's getting married at the Greenbrier in WV. Now, WV isn't a great draw for me, per se, but the resort is freaking awesome.
It's so awesome that they have the entire resort property blurred on google satellite maps. You can do that, apparently, if you want to be super private. And at the rate of these rooms and spas and such, I want to be that private.
Anyway, it's our first wedding we're attending since our own engagement. My parents and my brother and sister in law will be there. Brad and Danielle and their 2 kids will be there. It's going to be a ball.
Other than the fact that Noah's 11 year old dog, Buster, is sick. Buster has had a couple of weird scares and we thought he was going to die earlier but he didn't and then he got sick again 2 weeks ago (3 years after the first "he'll die in 3 months" proclamation) and he just hasn't managed to bounce back like last time. He's miserable all the time, and and he can't see for crap and he's just not well. Probably dying. And we're okay with it, other than being sad, it's the way life is. He's 11. He's a bulldog. These things are expected.
The problem is that Noah is feeling really weird about having Chris, his roommate, hospice sit his dog this weekend so now Noah's not coming with me. So I get to go to another wedding on my own, I don't get to dance with my fiance in his gloriously handsome suit, and I wont get to show him off to my posh friends. Which is fine.
But I was just looking forward to having a date. You know? My date. My fiance. My Noah.
In a suit. At a resort.
Anyway, I guess I'm on my way out of town now as my last patient today is not here yet and her appointment was at 2. Why don't people keep their appoointment times? I'm sure she'll roll up at 2:30 and wonder why the door is locked.
Sigh.
It's so awesome that they have the entire resort property blurred on google satellite maps. You can do that, apparently, if you want to be super private. And at the rate of these rooms and spas and such, I want to be that private.
Anyway, it's our first wedding we're attending since our own engagement. My parents and my brother and sister in law will be there. Brad and Danielle and their 2 kids will be there. It's going to be a ball.
Other than the fact that Noah's 11 year old dog, Buster, is sick. Buster has had a couple of weird scares and we thought he was going to die earlier but he didn't and then he got sick again 2 weeks ago (3 years after the first "he'll die in 3 months" proclamation) and he just hasn't managed to bounce back like last time. He's miserable all the time, and and he can't see for crap and he's just not well. Probably dying. And we're okay with it, other than being sad, it's the way life is. He's 11. He's a bulldog. These things are expected.
The problem is that Noah is feeling really weird about having Chris, his roommate, hospice sit his dog this weekend so now Noah's not coming with me. So I get to go to another wedding on my own, I don't get to dance with my fiance in his gloriously handsome suit, and I wont get to show him off to my posh friends. Which is fine.
But I was just looking forward to having a date. You know? My date. My fiance. My Noah.
In a suit. At a resort.
Anyway, I guess I'm on my way out of town now as my last patient today is not here yet and her appointment was at 2. Why don't people keep their appoointment times? I'm sure she'll roll up at 2:30 and wonder why the door is locked.
Sigh.