Wedding Bells

My little cousin is getting married tomorrow! I say little, because I was ten when she was born, so I can get in line with the other relatives to embarass her by saying, "I remember when you were this (hands outstretched the size of an everyday handbag) big!"

So, not only do I get to be a guest at a wedding and not do anything but eat, drink and sit on my ass, I also get to go back up to Bellingham. Bonus! I haven't been to the 'ham in ages, so that will be fun to walk down memory lane. (How about a tour of all the apartments and houses that I lived in during college - with commentary!) We're going to drive up early in the day with my Mom and my aunt and then have lunch and then go to the wedding. I'm thinking La Fiamma might hit the spot.

The wedding itself is at The Hotel Bellweather.

Judging by the invitations (which had way more extra envelopes and tissue inserts than mine did), it will be a classy affair. I just hope they have a vegetarian option for Aaron's sake. I tried to find out, but details have been scarce.

I did find out that the whole event is going to be outside right by the water, so it will be beautiful it it's sunny...but the weather report doesn't sound good. It looks like it has the potential to be pretty ding dong cold, as my Dad would say. I'll be bringing my pashmina, just in case.

It should be good times! I'll give a full report when we get back...