So here we are, in part 3 of 3. You might want to read the first two entries in this series (here and here) if you haven't yet.
Where was I?
Oh yes...
Friday morning we were all thinking about the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. This mostly because Ryan was thinking about the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
We woke up to the sun again, and drifted in and out of the shower as it came free. For breakfast this morning, something more simple--oatmeal with honey for the sweet teeth of the group.
Then we were on our way to Olympia again, this time to help Ryan's mother prepare the rehearsal dinner. Seven of us, working while watching the Brazil-Denmark game, skewered chicken for almost an hour.
Denmark lost, but not by much, and those of us who love soccer were satisfied with the game.
We drove to the church for the rehearsal, and everyone was glad to be entirely together for the first time. Ryan's friend Justin (married one week earlier) arrived for the first time.
Tim and I weren't in the wedding (though we were certainly part of it...) and we had other plans, so we left the church for Heather's house.
The guys threw together our funds to purchase a gift certificate to REI for Ryan and Heather, and Tim and I were in charge of procuring it.
We threw together a nice looking letter and ordered an appropriate gift certificate.
While we were working, members of the wedding party arrived at the house, so Tim and I assumed that everyone had left the church, and we drove straight to the rehearsal dinner.
But about two minutes into our time there (just before I was about to grab some food) we realized that Joe and Steve were not with us.
They were waiting at the church.
So Heather's mother gave me the keys to her E-series (wow) and she, Hollis (Heather's step sister), and I rescued them from their abandonment.
The dinner was excellent (and what else could we expect, after such an incredible gourmet week), and then we were back at the cabin, again smoking cigars and drinking port.
And our dreams Friday night led us into Saturday, and Saturday was the whole reason we were there.
