Since I’ve already committed to posting everything about our trip home totally out of order, I’m having a hard time deciding what to recap first.  Since we flew down for a wedding, I figure I can start with that.

We were super excited about Ryan and Moina’s wedding as soon as Ryan proposed.  Mike met Ryan back when he was interning at Crisp Design Agency, circa 2002ish.  They stayed in touch thanks to a couple of shared passions- they were both designers, obviously, and they were both completely obsessed with fast things- cars, motorcycles, you name it.  Well, when Mike finally got a motorcycle (I stumbled across the finance paperwork in about 2005, so I think he got it then), he started seeing Ryan at track days and I finally got to meet Ryan’s girlfriend Moina.  Whereas I would show up to the occasional track day and knit, occasionally with a bottle of wine to help pass the time while the boys spent ALL FREAKIN’ DAY riding in circles around a track in the desert, Moina was a GOOD girlfriend- she would take pictures, record time splits, prep Ryan’s bike and even change tires.  She basically made me look like a terrible person.  But she was so sweet and nice that I didn’t hate her.  In fact, I quickly decreed that I wanted them to be our “couple friends.”

Well, they finally tied the knot last weekend in a big traditional ceremony.

They are a ridiculously attractive couple.

Between the ceremony and the reception, I remembered that I had left their card behind.  And when I say “left their card behind,” I mean that I never bought one.  Well, we couldn’t very well just drop a check into the card box, so I rounded up Mike and An (who was also at the wedding) and made them head out with me to a card.  Should be easy, right?

After walking for 30 minutes around Burbank in 90 degree heat and too-tall shoes, I was starting to get frustrated.  Evidently cards are not sold in as many places as I had assumed.  We even got desperate and stopped in a gas station to see if THEY had “congratulations on getting married, here’s some cash” cards.

They didn’t.  But they did have Doritos and beef jerky, to the boys’ relief.

These are my people, people.

We eventually found a card (thank god for the one Florist shop that was actually open late on a Saturday afternoon) and made it back in time for the reception.

Awww, they like each other.

That’s me SUBTLY dropping the card in.

This is us with the happy couple.  (Note: I SERIOUSLY hate this picture of me and didn’t want to post it- not only am I sweaty and shiny and it’s the worst angle ever, but my beloved 4″ heels + standing next to a beautiful, PETITE bride makes me look like one of the Gorgs hanging out with the Fraggles.  But a) you can see how beautiful Moina is and b) you can see how awesomely shiny Mike’s silver pants are in this picture.  I love shiny things, so the picture stays.)

Congratulations Moina and Ryan!

I was really thinking that I would get at least 3 or 4 posts up this week.  I mean, I have a ton of back-logged material- I still have pictures from the fair to share with you, not to mention all the rest of the California goodness.  I mean, you should check out my flickr.  There is all kinds of (really poor pictures of) good stuff- fried things!  barnyard animals!  backyard bbqs!  weddings!  last minute trips to gas stations during weddings while wearing 4 inch hooker shoes!  I even got a picture of all 4 Bach siblings in one place at one time!

But three things have slowed me down this week- first, I came down with a wicked bug the last day we were in California (thanks Mom!) and have been housebound since we got back.  Second, this week was pure hell at work and I got stuck working late (from home) every day.  And third, and most dangerous, Mike then took my sick power and triple compounded it.  I’m actually starting to feel better, but him…  not so much.

This is what he looked like when he went to the doctor’s office and pharmacy today:

the walking dead

contagion alert!

deathbed

waiting for relief

So yeah, he’s not doing so hot.  The doctor thinks he has a nasty flu (possibly swine, but it’s probably too late for Tamiflu anyway) and even ordered a chest x-ray to make sure it wasn’t pneumonia (it’s not- test came back negative).  Unfortunately, the doctor also told him that it could take a month until he feels normal again, so now he’s convinced he’s really about to die.  Thanks.

Now he’s pumped full of sleepy meds and fluids and tea and going into hibernation mode.  Wish him luck for a speedy recovery (and wish me luck that I keep recovering).  Hopefully I’ll be sensible and stay inside this weekend and get some blogging updates, along with some knitting, serious soup making and house cleaning, accomplished.

Oh, and if you think it’s cruel to post pictures of him looking so miserable, I have 3 things to say to you: 1) I do most of the writing on this blog, so I get to decide who gets embarrassing pictures of themselves posted; 2) I kind of love his outfit and wanted to share- who wears that much pink when they’re sick?; 3) Who do you think is pumping him full of said fluids and medicine and is generally comforting him?  Me, the best freaking wife EVER, of course.