The car was packed on the way to Jungle Island, but everyone was so excited that the tight quarters didn’t bother anyone. As soon as we got there Addam and I headed up the to second floor for our cocktail hour, as it was already underway and we wanted the bridal party to enjoy the reception as much as possible.
Caterers were passing around nine appetizers, but since I’m vegan I could only enjoy the vegetable spring rolls with ginger plum sauce. I hadn’t eaten all day, so I scarfed down a few of them as soon as I got there. Just so everyone knows, our hor d’oeures included:
- Large fried shrimp with apricot-horseradish sauce
- Conch fritters with key lime mustard sauce
- Brie and raspberry en croute
- Lobster fritters with red pepper aioli
- Beef empanadas
- Assorted dim sum with ginger soy sauce
- Vegetable spring rolls with plum sauce
- Sesame chicken with oriental ginger sauce
- Crabmeat turnovers
After welcoming everyone to the reception, Ana pulled Addam and I aside so we could check out the reception room before guests had a chance to make their way in. Everything looked absolutely perfect, and we were very pleased with how everything came together. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was completely blown away.
Well folks, as much as I hate turning another year older, I must admit that my birthday weekend has been fabulous — thanks entirely to my incredible friends and (soon to be) family.
But before I go into detail about the festivities I should backtrack, as a ton has happened since my last post.
When Addam got off work last Sunday he immediately invited me out to Churchill’s, a little English-style pub located less than a block from our apartment. I love the place, so while I’m usually not the type of girl to doll myself up before a night out, I decided to make a bit of on effort. (Very little, as the photos can attest.)
Bear with me guys. It’s been a long week, and I’m going on a very minimal amount of sleep. That being said, I’m going to do my damnedest to write a full, coherent blog post.
After five or six years of service, Friday was Danae’s last day at Miami Today, so after work a group of us went down to Tobacco Road to celebrate her new opportunity. Addam got off work early, so he came out too. We spent a couple of hours hanging with the news crew before we decided to head down to Ultra, Miami’s very own, mini-Lollapalooza.
We couldn’t get in, but we hung by the fence in the hopes that someone would either drop or give us a ticket. Neither happened, so after an hour or so we headed home.
Once we got home I got a text from Danae, who said that she and her husband, Adrian, her friend Stephanie, who used to intern for Miami Today, and a few others were all heading to Churchill’s for after drink-drinks. Addam and I met up with them but didn’t pay the $8 cover to go in because we planned on crashing relatively earlier. (You know, 3 a.m. or so…)
Forgive me for the length of time between blog posts. Addam and I have been busy moving, but it was limited internet connectivity that kept me from updating. AT&T should be coming out to hook up our DSL today, but in the meantime I’ve only had access at work – making it hard to keep you guys up to date. I guess I could have stayed late to write, but there was a lot to be done around the new apartment, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it all to Addam.
We’re finally all moved in, but the entire ordeal was a lot trickier than it should have been, considering that in the seven years Addam and I have been together we’ve moved seven times.
We spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday packing our lives into heart-shaped boxes, only to run into a series of issues when we went to pick up the moving truck on Thursday.
Addam and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. so we could make sure to get to the U-Haul place as soon as it opened at 7. Only when we got there they wouldn’t let us rent a truck because my driver’s license didn’t match the name on Addam’s credit card. I don’t have a credit card, and Addam doesn’t have a license, making it impossible for us to leave with any sort of transportation.
We angrily biked back to our apartment to wait for the banks to open so I could get a credit or debit card. We got to Bank of America around 8:30 a.m., the place opened at 9 and by 9:10 we were turned away. I had to close my account after a Craigslist scam last year, and the bank would not let me open a new one. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you choose to look at it, I wouldn’t have been able to open one anyway. My wallet was stolen with my car last year, leaving me without two valid forms of identification. I called Wachovia once I got home, but as all banks pretty much operate under the same rules, Addam and I were up the creek without a paddle.
OK, ok, ok , everyone — I’ve played a cruel joke. I didn’t realize that in my last post I had said that I would provide a timely update about my medical issues, unless I was going to die. It’s been a few days since my last update, but please, let me assure you — I am not about to croak. At least, I don’t think so…
You see, I never quite made it to my doctor’s appointment. I didn’t get paid until Wednesday, so I couldn’t really show up until my check had cleared. I rescheduled for Thursday morning, but as I was frantically trying to cross the road the bus I needed to catch passed me right up. (Yes, the driver saw me frantically waving her down — no, she did not stop.) I could have waited for the next one to come around, but by that point I had missed the express and wouldn’t have made it in time anyway. I decided to reschedule in lieu of missing both my appointment and a half-day of work. So — I bought myself some time. My new appointment is scheduled for Wednesday morning.
That aside — I’ve had a pretty busy week.
On Wednesday evening I was supposed to pick Yoga up some food after work, but I never quite made that appointment either. Addam’s never been great with directions, but he really threw me a curveball that night. I ended up biking through quite possibly the worst part of town I have been to since moving to Miami. Right after I as going through a large group of suspicious looking individuals I moved to jump onto the sidewalk and completely ate pavement. My foot got wrapped in my chain and my head hit the ground. I worked to quickly get back on the bike and out of the neighborhood, but this guy started biking next to me! He didn’t really bother me expect to tell me that I was going to kill myself, but it was intimidating. I ignored him, and he was gone after about two blocks, but the entire situation was definitely unsettling. I googled my own directions and got the food the next day.