What a whirlwind
the last couple of weeks have been! We wrapped up the month of June with one of
my good friends from college getting married right in our own backyard (sort
of), in which I was honored to be one of his eight groomsmen. While it was a
destination wedding for everyone else, Mommy B and I could have practically
walked to the location from our house. Not to mention I got a round of golf in with
the rest of the groomsmen at the same place I got married – a course I haven’t
seen since my wedding day. The place
looks almost as gorgeous as Mommy B did standing across from me five short
years ago. It was a beautiful wedding and we partied into the early morning
hours, which is something Mommy B and I only do when one of the kids isn’t
feeling well and we’re up all night. We also booked a hotel for the fun of it
and went on a helicopter tour of the city the next day as a late anniversary
present. My parents were on A-Team duty for those couple of days while we were
busy doing wedding party stuff.
After a quick
week off, the grandparents were back on the clock so Mommy B and I could fly to
Stamford, Connecticut so see the last of my groomsmen get married. Technically
the last one is getting married this Friday, but he’s having a “private
ceremony” with only immediate family. But I just received word that they’re
streaming the ceremony live online so people can watch it.. kind of
contradictory, yeah? Ah, the times we live in…
Anyway, Mommy B
and I got to fly into JFK and hop a rental car to Stamford, about 45 minutes
away. Being a Damn Yankee (as the name of the blog implies), I learned how to
be an offensive driver from very
early on. And it only took about two minutes on the Van Wyck Expressway for
those skills to come racing back to me. I was checking mirrors, changing lanes
and dodging through traffic like I was the newest up-and-coming NASCAR driver…
all the while trying to take directions from our GPS and Mommy B the co-pilot.
We made it into town with enough time for me to try on my tux and get checked
into the hotel before I was whisked away to the rehearsal. I met up with Mommy
B afterwards at the rehearsal dinner where we all celebrated the upcoming
nuptials of another good friend from college, Steve.
We had the next
day “off” from wedding festivities, so Mommy B decided to venture into “The
City”, as it’s called in those parts. We hopped a train to Grand Central Station
(“Terminal”, as it’s called) and decided to roam The Big Apple. We hit the
majority of the major tourist spots – Times Square, Central Park, Ground Zero, Wall
Street, Battery Park to name a few. Of course, we couldn’t pass up pictures
with the Elmos in Times Square, nor the Disney and M&M’s store close by.
But the
highlight of the trip was meeting up with another former football player that
both Steve and I graduated with, Zach Jump. I hadn’t seen this guy since we
graduated back in 2006 and it was like we had never been apart once we started
catching up. When I switched positions from receiver to cornerback entering my
sophomore year, Zach was the guy I turned to to teach me the position –
everything from the play calls to the hand signals to proper stance and form.
While I never got to formally thank him for everything back in the day, I’m
doubtful that I would have ended up becoming the all-conference defensive back
I did without his help. In any case, he gave us his personal tour of lower
Manhattan which included seeing the Statue of Liberty from across the harbor.
As a final act of kindness that only comes from friends who toiled on the same
gridiron together, Zach swiped his Metro card twice to allow Mommy B and I to
catch a subway back to Grand Central free of charge. We then hopped back on the
train headed back to Stamford just in time for dinner. We didn’t find out until
later that we had accidentally gotten on the “local” train home, which meant
that we stopped at every. single. stop. Interesting scenery we saw along the
way, but I still don’t ever want to get off at the Harlem – 125th
St. stop. No thanks.
The wedding day
arrived which meant I was out the door early to go get ready with the rest of
the groomsmen. And by that I mean I had to go one floor up in the hotel because
Steve had booked a suite for us to use to get dressed then for himself and his
bride to use that night. We then climbed aboard the stretch Navigator limo to
pick up the bridesmaids and head to the church, only to find out that not only
had Steve left the rings at his house but the bridesmaids were nowhere close to
being ready. A small act of fate put Mommy B in the same car with the friends
who went to retrieve the rings, which made us all breathe a little easier.
Needless to say, the wedding didn’t start on time but we made up time where we
could. It was a gorgeous wedding and the reception was even better. We danced
all night and stuffed ourselves silly with the plethora of food that was
provided. Mommy B told me that I even made a cameo in a video montage that they
played while dinner was being served. I couldn’t have asked for a better group
of people to celebrate Steve’s wedding with.
We had an
absolute blast while we were there and luckily made it home without any
difficulties. Direct flights are the only way to go, I swear. To make things
even better, Grandma C picked us up from the airport as she was coming into
town for a few days. We dashed home and surprised the kiddos as we all walked
in the door. Aiden wouldn’t let me put him down the whole rest of the day and
Alli was so excited to tell us
everything that they had done the last few days. I missed the crap out of those
kids, but it was great getting to spend some quality time with my friends and
celebrate their big days – but more importantly, spend some quality time with
Mommy B.
The night we got
back, Alli was up every couple of hours claiming her ear hurt… but I think she
just missed us and wanted to see if we would come get her. The next night, Aiden
was up every couple of hours thanks to what we believe are more teeth coming
in. Yep, looks like we’re right back into the swing of things…
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