I arrived in town yesterday after flying from LAX to Memphis, meeting my sister (who had flown from Denver), and flying into VPS, which technically makes it the Valparaiso airport, but what everyone now seems to be calling the Ft. Walton Beach airport. No matter. I made it here, and with only two pills to help me stay calm on the flight. My parents got to town a few hours later. My brother is in Afghanistan, so he will not be joining us this weekend.
I'm here because my prom date, Raaen (pronounced "Ron") is getting married on Saturday. I've had several very close friends get married in the last few years, but I've never been able to make it to their weddings (sorry Ashlie, Heather, Stacey, and anyone else), so this is new to me. I'm not often much of a girl, so all this dress shopping and planning for an event is driving me crazy. No jeans, t-shirt and ballcap for this one. Just wait until you see the pictures.
Anyway, I've seen my former debate coach (and current friend) McGill. Her house was the first place we stopped when we got into town. I drove all over looking for one of my best friends in the world, Ric, because we lost touch a couple of years ago when I lost his number. But I've always known his mom's phone number, and it turns out he's been taking care of her house. So I went there, talked to his wife, then drove 30 minutes to where he was working and surprised him. Good times.
Tonight I'll be having dinner with my parents and some friends. Tomorrow is the rehearsal dinner, Saturday is the wedding, and Sunday I'll be hanging out with both McGill and Ric. Monday is up in the air at the moment. All the in-between time will be spent hanging with my family and taking lots of pictures of Niceville.
This is a boring post, but I thought you all deserved to know where I am, since I never write anymore. I promise a funny story or two from the wedding, or at least some good pictures.