OKC is OK with Me

A co-worker chum of mine got married in Oklahoma City earlier today at 1pm. Had a festive time and fun. A few other co-workers, also made the trip. It's a road trip of 3 1/2 hours and I arrived a half hour before wedding time.

My plan was to stay until about 3:30ish, and then head home. Well, it was 6:30, and I'd wished I'd packed a little bag and got a cheap room. There was a Wal-mart down the street from the reception, and considered just getting a few toiletries and spend the night. Just tired.

Anyway, I pulled into my driveway about 20 mins ago, at 9:40pm. It would have been a few minutes earlier, however I didn't know the exit, from the freeway, to my house was closed. But I'm here. The contacts out, cats replenished, and headed to my bed to watch the Iowa Hawkeyes play. I'm glad their playing in the Pacific Time Zone, game started just a few minutes ago. And the paper will just need to wait until tomorrow. I'm beat.

Oh the Power Point presentation I had to do? Did I tell you I realized I didn't even HAVE PP on my PC? So the freeware I found saved the day. Yet you get what you pay for because it crashed 3 times. I got it done and went to bed about 1am last night. So to do a round trip 400 mile, really wasn't something I wanted to do.

Yet, I did. My chum just glowed and was a gorgeous bride. I'm glad I know her.

So OKC is OK with me!

RSVP

Invited to a wedding, of a chum of mine, I call Sista Bride, on September 18, 2010. Her planned nuptials are three hours away in Oklahoma City. Since it was out of town, I really didn't think I was invited.

Wrong.

Sista Bride looked at me as if I had lost my mind! Don't say a word. I mean, I thought her family, friends closer to OKC. would be the invited ones. I actually think I hurt Sista Bride's feelings. She asked "Why wouldn't you be invited?" After that, I realized my reasons weren't so good.

The thing is, now I can't locate the invite. Sista Bride asked me yesterday if I'd received it. Huh? When? She mailed em on Monday. My mouth dropped. She lives cross town. I don't have it. At least, I don't know where it is.

OK. I'm one of those folks who stacks mail. My mailbox is right as I enter my house. So I GET the mail. I just may not always review it as I should--especially if it looks as if I owe somebody money. However, Sista Bride described the envelope and I went looking last night.

So far, no luck. Granted it was about 10pm last night and my tired, astigmatism and nearsighted eyes had about had it for the night. So I will look again today. In broad daylight. Sista Bride says she'll give me another one. Yea. OK. Fine, but I want the one meant for ME!

RSVP, indeed!