Tomorrow, Dave and I are flying to New Orleans for my cousin’s wedding. I’m a big ol’ mix of emotions about the whole thing: happy to see my family, some of whom I haven’t seen in a very long time; sad that some family members won’t be there (for example, a certain cousin of mine who is hugely pregnant right now); and dread over the fact that we’re going to be flying for eight hours on both Friday and Sunday. Yuck.
And one more thing to dread: my dad told me that the forecast for Saturday (the day of the wedding) is “sunny and 95 degrees.” Doesn’t that sound like fun? Aren’t you jealous of me, getting to wear pantyhose in that climate? Especially knowing that I tend to get migraines in extremely hot weather? I know you’re all just pea-green with envy.
Oh well, I’m not planning on spending too much time outside or anywhere that isn’t air-conditioned. (Speaking of which, the installation of our central a/c was finished yesterday. It’s so quiet sleeping in our bedroom without the big ol’ window unit running all night. And so chilly! I had to pull the covers up under my chin. It was awesome.)
We’re staying close to downtown, which was relatively unharmed by Hurricane Katrina last year. However, my mom wants to drive around to some other parts of the city to check out the damage first-hand. I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m sure some of it will be interesting, but I worry that if I see my grandmother’s old house (even though she sold it way back in the 80’s), and it turns out to be damaged or gone or something, I just may burst into tears. I’m bringing my camera, but I don’t know if I’ll actually take any pictures or not. It may just be too weird and surreal to photograph.
So, this trip is happy and stressful all at the same time. Like so many things in life, I suppose.
Oh, and you know how I wrote a couple of months ago about how I was all stressed out about finding something to wear? Well, I bought a dress for our anniversary last month, so you’ll probably soon see many more photos of me wearing the exact same damn dress. Because it’s pretty, and I don’t feel fat in it.