Apple Blossom Candy Bar

Yes, that is one of my new nicknames from Ben. This weekend we went to his brother, Brandon's, wedding. I was a little worried - no dress to wear, slight case of tonsillitis, the fact that I didn't really know anyone other than Ben and his parents. Fortunately for me, my tonsils feel better, the skirt that I stole from May was "just perfect," and I made lots of new friends - a.k.a. Ben's cousins. I was supposed to sit with Ben's parents at the reception, but when I decided I wanted to eat, no one was at the table. It was the main table, for parents of the married couple and they all had to go around and meet and greet, so Ben's cousins "kidnapped" me over to their table. We all talked a lot and I had a rum and coke (those taste nasty...) and later on I had vodka with cranberry and pineapple juice. Surprisingly yummy. The dinner itself was very, very yummy. Chicken marsala was ..well, if I was all alone at home, I'd eat at least five pieces of chicken, but it was a wedding so I moderated and left a teeny bit of food on my plate (sigh). I kept looking back at Ben - he had to sit at a special table because he was part of the wedding party. He looked quite miserable, or maybe I just thought he looked miserable because he wasn't with me. He later told me the champagne made his stomach hurt. I don't blame him, that stuff's too bubbly. He kept disappearing on me every ten minutes and would always reappear with either a new mug of beer or the fresh scent of tobacco. I forgive him for the tabacco this time around, wedding being a special occasion and all. There was lots of dancing and lots of chatting - mostly with Ben's aunts and his cousins Doug and Jess, and Doug's girlfriend, Chrissy. Dancing was interesting...I could handle the slow dancing but when the beat was fast, Ben was kind of jerking me around everywhere...in sneakers, I'd keep up - in high heels...no...Healthwise I was fine most of the night - towards 10:30 I started coughing and I sent Ben in search of hot tea. He couldn't find any, but he did find more beer. Ah well. Things were nice, and then Ben's other cousin that I didn't really talk to - Kevin, made him chug a couple mugs of beer - first one was fine, second I could tell he was not feeling well. His dad drove us to his home after that and as he left to go back to the party, Ben's dad said, "Hon, I'm pretty sure he's trashed." Yes, he was. So I helped poor old Ben out of his nice shirt and his nice pants and helped pull off his nice socks and he fell asleep in his underwear with his glasses on. I kind of just left them on and went to brush my teeth - hopped into bed and was just about to fall asleep when he rolled on top of me, literally on top of me and lay there for a few seconds. And then he rolled completely off the bed and dashed out the door. "What's going on?" I ask Bo, his boxer puppy who was sitting next to the bed. She looks up at me questioningly and starts begging me to play with her. So I ignore her as she obviously wasn't going to even worry about Ben and I wandered out into the hall and he's in the next room over. He didn't want me to tell anyone this part, but I think it's funny and it's not as bad as he thinks it is - he had stuck his head into a box of cat litter and was tossing up all the alcohol he had chugged. I then picked him up and dragged him into the bathroom in case he wanted to puke some more - he just dry heaved into the sink a bit and rinsed out his mouth, and then ambled back onto the bed. So then I went back to sleep too. Woke up in the morning to see that he'd already let out the dog, cleaned up his puke and brushed his teeth. So I got up, did my cleaning bit and we went down and had breakfast with the family. Bacon and eggs and apple cider - good god that was the best breakfast I've had since...forever. And then Ben dropped me off and while kissing me goodbye, dubbed me his yummy "Apple Blossom Candy Bar." I sound yummy, don't I?