Friday was supposed to be hectic but managable. Go to work in the morning, leave at noon, then go to a friend’s wedding. Pretty simple.

So I wake up that morning, and my glasses are missing. Gone. AWOL. And of course, I don’t have a backup pair. Now I can drive without them, but navigating to a chruch I’ve never been to? The glasses are a good thing. So I go to work for two hours, clear up whatever I can find, and go to Lenscrafters. 45 minutes and 200 dollars later, I have a pair of backup glasses. All well and good.

I go back home, wrap the wedding present, shower, relax for a little, get my directions in order, get all dressed up, find my glasses (but I’m keeping the new pair anyway, just in case) and leave. Early. I gave myself twice as much time as I should have needed to find the church, because if there’s a way to get confusingly lost, I’ll find it.

I still got lost, and I was still late. This led to stress and profanity. Thankfully, I was by my lonesome, so no one else had to deal with me. A very nice guy at a liquor store finally pointed me in the right direction. I got there for most of the ceremony, and I wasn’t even the latest person to arrive. That would have been Lars and Pru - the three of us making up Andy’s “friends from faire” contingent.

I survived following Lars to the reception. (He’s not so hard to tail as Bill) And the party itself was fun. Good food, good dinner companions, got to hug the bride and groom, and I was home by eleven thirty. Just in time to do a load of laundry and catch the late showing of Farscape.