Amazing how, if you don't have any soda in the house, you don't drink it before bed and when you wake up in the night, you can just turn over and go back to sleep without having to get up and pee!

You learn something new every day. Hey, at least I do.

So yesterday was another trip to Philly. I swear, I should get a monthly train pass, I go so often!

Melissa's party started at 7p, but I thought I'd come early to visit and help and so on, so I decided to take the 12.27p train and get to her house at 3.30p--plenty early, but I could still sleep in, more or less. I did have to get up at a reasonable hour so that I could go to the store and get cat supplies before abandoning them bad kitties for the weekend again.

I got to the station barely in time again and had to pay the surcharge for buying the ticket on the train which I really object to, as it totally discriminates against lazy, stupid people who don't think ahead, and settled down in the wildly uncomfortable New Jersey Transit seat in order to be whisked off to Trenton.

Well, I got whisked to Elizabeth station, and then there was no more whisking, there was just sitting. The announcement said that we would be at the station indefinitely and to feel free to get out of the train and have a smoke or go to the newsstand and get something to read or to eat.

"What do they mean by indefinitely?"
"They mean call your boss and tell him you might not be at work on Monday morning."
"Call your Mom and say that you might be late for Christmas dinner!"
"Put down roots and raise your children here in Elizabeth."

An hour, an hour we sat there. Apparently, someone got hit by a train at Rahway, and there were alot of comments like, "Scoop the bits into a basket and let's go!" and all I could think was of the poor train driver who had hit the person and what a nightmare that must be, let alot the poor jumper or faller, and how could people be so heartless, but after an hour in that horrible seat with the back set at such a fatiguing angle that I was exhausted and in pain, I was thinking about baskets and shovels myself.

By the time I got to Melissa's house, at 4.30p, I had a headache that could cut diamonds. I tottered into the house and collapsed into a chair, while everyone was whirling like useful dervishes, making food, putting up curtains, but I just sat and sniveled until Melissa told me to go upstairs and take a nap.

I lay down and dozed until 6.30p, which was when I fell completely asleep, as I only realized later when they told me how hard I was to wake up. Which surprised me, since I was awake about five or six times when people tiptoed in to get things, I had no idea that I had actually crashed at all, but man, I felt so much better when I got downstairs, I was actually ready to be at a party!

This was the wedding party, you see, for all the friends that weren't at the wedding, as well as the friends that were. It was a "We had a small wedding but want to celebrate with everyone anyway!" party, which was a fantastic idea.

I did photo duty at this one as well, which mostly meant that I took pictures of various people having various conversations, and everyone was pretty good about ignoring me and letting me take my pictures without being difficult or hiding or anything.

I took several rolls of Melissa's little cousin, who was absolutely adorable, and quite a character. When Rob showed up with Schuyler, I took a bunch of pictures of her as well. Who wants to take pictures of boring old grown-ups when there are kids to shoot?

After enough rolls, I sat on the sofa and knitted and talked with Amanda and Jeff and Tracing and R. Nothing like going to a party filled with tons of people where you end up not having to talk to any actual strangers!

After everyone left pretty much in two large waves, like when one person decides to leave, and then another and another, as though the last one out the door would be a rotten egg, and you suddenly turn around and the room is empty, Melissa and Greg and Elizabeth and Kate (who had come late after rehearsal in a fabulous dress) and I started cleaning up.

It wasn't as hard as one might have imagined, though it was quite an ordeal to get all of the leftovers into the fridge, especially with Melissa of the mind that Once Cool, Must Stay Cool in regards to soda and wine, but everything managed to fit, like Fibber McGee's closet.

I realized that, but for some of Melissa's mother's crab cakes and a piece of chiffon cake, I hadn't eaten a bite, so I started grazing on the hummus and tortilla chips and lemon squares and so on as we put them away. I was being helpful! There wasn't enough room!!

During the cleanup, Melissa realized that there were presents to open, so they got onto it. I thought it was so funny, because it was just the three of us, them lasered in on the opening and the gifting, as though it were Christmas morning at 3a, and me across the room, laughing and taking pictures.

Finally, we all staggered off to bed, my rock-paper-scissoring Elizabeth for the guestroom v. the basement (scissors cuts paper, baby!), and then I knat a bit more before going to sleep. I was so close to finishing that I wanted to before I slept, but then it was 4.15a, and I thought, shine this for a bag of quarters, and collapsed.

Today's horoscope:
You (or the kids) may be inclined to splurge on some kind of self-indulgence today. A little spoiling is fine; just don't go overboard.

One year ago today:
Fran said, "I think I need to ask for your mother's phone number. We may need to stage an intervention."

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