Going to journal the wedding weekend for posterity…
Saturday: We fly out to where the wedding is going to be. W has started using SMS. She said she was SMS'ing a friend of ours that is in the wedding party. I checked her phone (yeah, I know) and she had been SMS'ing that friend, but also OM. Neither of us brought our laptops, and we were fairly guaranteed to be together most of the time on this trip, so I had hoped she would be able to not talk to OM except in the very limited phone calls she might be able to make on bathroom breaks. We had gotten in late afternoon and so were able to hook up with friends for dinner and drinks. Several times during the night I noticed her SMS'ing, and since our one friend was with us, and the fact she was trying to hide what she was doing, I knew it was OM. This somewhat tainted the rest of the weekend, but not constantly. Being with friends and going drinking was fun - but, every once in a while I wanted to grab her phone and stomp on it.
Sunday: The wedding was at 1:30pm. We slept in late (a rarity at home), W went out and grabbed donuts for breakfast, and we got ready for the wedding. I didn't know how early we should go, so left that judgment to W. We left around 12:15pm, were almost there, W asks if we were going to make it, and I said "um, yeah, it's not until 1:30". W then says I told her it was 12:30. There's just no way. We had a mini-fight - these things just don't go anywhere and probably just add to her reasoning and justification for her actions. I drove to the church anyway, just to be sure, and sure enough it was at 1:30 - W says "I guess you were right." We turned around to go back to the hotel to get the card, then went back to the church. Everything was back to "normal" between us.
After the wedding, we went straight to the reception. W wanted to sit outside, but it was hot, and all of our friends were inside, so I went inside. We either both went in or W followed, but we did end up inside for the dinner. Music and dancing started after dinner, so we went outside (still way hot), and mostly talked to friends separately. Neither she nor I really dances, but I was planning on asking her to dance. At some point, she went and sat somewhat away from everyone, just looking off in the distance. I'm not sure what that was about, but I walked over and asked her if she'd like to dance. She kind of sleepily glanced at me and shook her head. So, I left and went about what I was doing. At another point, I again asked her if she'd like to dance, and she declined. Neither of us had been dancing, even with other people there. The "dollar dance" comes, where you pay a dollar to dance with bride or groom. W didn't have her wallet on her, so she asked me if I had a dollar. I only had a $10, so handed it to her saying (with a smile) "Only if you dance with me later." She got upset and said "I don't want any conditions on it." Man, wtf - this "I'm giving you money for favors" joke is a long running one, and especially in relation to the friend who was getting married - I really thought she'd get it. But, of course, I did actually mean it. I got REALLY upset at her reaction, so just said "WOW... I...." and walked away. Quite some time later, after I'd gotten over that upset, and we were sitting with friends talking, W pulls me up to go dance. It was a relatively slow song/dance, all the while we kept several inches between us, and she never looked me in the face - the only positive out of it all was that it was the most I'd touched her in the past month or so. We danced one more time to a relatively slow song, and a few times to fun bouncy songs with groups of friends. The time ended feeling good - we were all slightly inebriated, too. We piled in the convertible rental with a couple of friends and were going to go drinking, but that ended up being a bust because people started loosing momentum. (I noticed her SMS'ing in the car.) We ended back at the hotel, going to bed around 11pm.
Sunday was a relatively tough day. I know that the fact we were going to a wedding had a lot to do with it. I was on the verge of crying a handful of times throughout the day, but never really broke down.
Monday: The bride's family was hosting a luncheon, which we were going to go to for a while. We drove over that way, to make sure we could find it, and W made a comment about lunch not being until 1pm - I knew it to be noon, so just didn't say anything, and when we go there, everyone was there. What's up with her and this time crap? Anyway, got to see the bride and groom again and a couple of other friends. We left before everyone started eating and drove to do tourist things. We drove part of a local wine trail, which ended up being fun enough. In driving around after that, we happened upon a meeting of some old car enthusiasts, of which W is slightly one. That happened to be a good find for W. We then drove back, rescued a couple of turtles in the middle of the road (random mention), and ate dinner at a nice restaurant in a neighboring town.
Tuesday: We checked out of the hotel, went to a local museum, which ended up being an interesting place, then went straight to the airport. Flight back was fine, and was good to see our girls again.
Interesting Note: That Unfaithful song, mentioned on wedge's thread, came on no less than 4 times while driving around. Our hometown radio station doesn't play this song, so I'm sure W never heard it. I don't think she paid attention to the lyrics any of the times it came on.
