Never a bridesmaid...

Went to Pennsylvania this past weekend for Olga's wedding. Held in a town called Jim Thorpe. Quaint little town. Nice mountain views. Would have been more fun if I hadn't been there by myself, but some things are always beyond my control.
Olga is my closest friend from high school. But we never went to school together. We actually met taking the SAT test our junior year. The test was held in a gymnasium at a local college, and they sat the students at those black lab tables with the book cubby-holes in front. So, with two people to a table, I happened to sit next to this girl from Sheboygan. At some point I must have boasted that I expected to do very well on the math section. She ended up writing her address on a gum wrapper and told to me to let her know what I scored. Of course I got a perfect 800 on the math (not quite as well on the verbal - but I WAS going for Engineering), so I let her know. We started "corresponding" and over all these years have kept in touch. I was the longest-known friend there!
The wedding was beautiful. And FAST. Like 10 minutes start to finish. More time for reception, I guess. The flowers (done by the bride's dear friend Katherine) were Gorgeous. Lilies and peonies and rhododendrons. A few roses, too. All in pink and light green. I grabbed one of the centerpieces. Olga didn't toss the bouquet (she couldn't part with it!), but she asked me to keep a centerpiece.
The food was great. Bacon-wrapped scallops are ALWAYS a good idea!! The almond cake with apricot buttercream frosting was also a hit. Fresh fruit platter was a hit, too. (It's all about the dip!)

A few weeks prior, Olga mentioned a friend of theirs who Claimed to be straight but Everyone felt was gay. She was curious to know what MY opinion would be. Now, I confused this person with another attendee who would be a Known homosexual. I ended up sitting at the reception table next to "Frank." I thought he was the investigative report. Ooops. I found out AFTER the evening was over that he was the known entity. Yeah. Wouldn't have mattered, but that also meant that he knew -I- was a known entity, too. The flippant invitation for him to stay at my hotel room (which I totally didn't MEAN since I thought he was the straight / closet case one) suddenly had a different hue. Hindsight is always 20/20, even after a bunch of rum and cokes!

The next day they had a picnic at an area state park. The bride's family is all from Wisconsin. We ALL commented as we entered the park how ODD it was that they would not allow alcohol at the park. Since we were grilling out (someone even brought brats!!! YEAY!!! Grilled Bratwurst!!) all the cheeseheads were kinda wondering where the beer was... :) But we had cheese, so it was OK. I had a cheeseburger. And a hotdog - with cheese. And a brat - with cheese. And some doritoes - you guessed it, Nacho Cheese!

Olga asked if there was a 'connection' with Frank. Unfortunately, he's not my type. Her friends Brian and Michael were both pretty cute (with girlfriends in tow). My crush for the weekend was a little inappropriate. Olga's brother-in-law. Happily married, two kids. Do I know how to pick 'em!! (If you're reading this, Olga, my Deepest apologies for any offense derived.)

Ronny was very happy to see me again Sunday night. He stayed over. He had big news, too! Two big newses (I know, I know...) actually. Bad big news - he might not be able to go to Cedar Point in June. Here's hoping someone takes his Sunday shift... The main big news, however, was that he was told while partying over the weekend that my psycho-ex is moving to Arizona. I still don't really believe that it is true. He's been wildly oscillating between sanity and hysteria, so there's a part of me that thinks the AZ trip will somehow "fall through" at the end.