Weekend before last (after the supposed birthday, not the supposed circumcision) turned out to be quite entertaining. First of all, after years of trying to interest yours truly in going to the Hashivenu retreat, my sister finally convinced me to go this year.
Here is a short list of memorable highlights:
Got to babysit an almost empty office (besides me, it contained one harassed marketing coordinator and one rotten intern, who literally fell asleep by his workstation).
Got to travel on Metro North for the first time in my life; the excitement included figuring out how to purchase a ticket, find a train, and navigate without the help of very useful uniformed employees of the above mentioned Metro North. Also, got to carry my Minnie Mouse suitcase.
Took a scenic ride with my brother in law through the charming city of Hartford (on the way back figured out that I could have actually walked from the station, if not for my blessed dyslexia).
Got acquainted with the Hartford's Hilton, which apparently just turned Hilton this year, and was previously Sheraton. According to my sis, I have missed on heavenly bed and bath experience. But hey, to me going to a nice hotel is already a wonderful pastime.
Got to eat a lot (and I mean a lot) of food; some was delicious, some so so; but the presentation was fantastic either way.
Got to use my bathing suit, which was specifically purchased for my Aruba trip, and since then was idling away in my dresser.
Met an amusing couple from Queens; observed their extremely entertaining interactions with the waiters.
Due to the superior organizational skills of one of our dear friends, ended up meeting and sharing a room with a very interesting lady (more on that to come).
Remembered once again why I avoid places where my people congregate in great numbers.
Witnessed my sister's great act of assertiveness; you go, girl!!
Managed to snap some cute pictures of munchkins.
Over all, it was an enjoyable Shabbat.
Which brings me to Sunday.
On Sunday we were supposed to attend our cousin's wedding ceremony. Highlights included the following:
Fluffies, overexcited from our previous trip, decided that they have exhausted their quota of decent behavior, and ended up demanding Mommy exclusively, which prompted some tricky manipulations on our side, resulting in somehow coming home hungry.
I personally could not understand the constant rendition of bad poetry by the guy leading the processions, but hey, I am strange like this.
Likewise, I could not, for the thousandth time, understand why Goth clothes are de rigor for all the occasions, especially weddings.
Met with a passing acquaintance, who was desirous to know how come I was at this particular wedding; maybe I was a friend of the bride? No, cousin of the groom. Cousin of the bride? Can't be! No, cousin of the groom. No way! Apparently, if I do not belong to their circle of young, hip, recently discovered Judaism Jewish professionals, I somehow do not know anyone, or have any friends, never mind family members.
Last, but not least: despite all hope and precedent, could not get drunk after three!!! drinks.
Over all, it was a great weekend. On the side note, I got reaffirmation of my previous plan: if and when I find somebody crazy enough to marry me (and get crazy enough to marry him), we will definitely elope! (Destination to be kept in strict confidence till actually needed).