It's not enough when you have a wedding to attend.
It's not enough when your parents are divorced which means two times the amount of time needed.
It's not enough when both husband and wife are from the same home town with way too many friends to see.
It's not enough time when you're traveling with a 7 year old who you want to take to every place you went as a child.
It flew by. It was exhausting. It was way too much drinking and eating and laughing. All in all... it was amazing!
It would be impossible to get it all into one post...
But I'll update right now with a few highlights.
The wedding was a blast.
It was in Angola, NY on Lake Erie at the Pioneer Camp Retreat.
If you're going, I would recommend renting one of the cabins.
(Ask to ensure the toilet is working though... The brides brother and his 7 month pregnant wife had no toilet or shower for 2 full days... they never were able to get it working.)
That sucks to begin with... that really sucks if you're 7 months pregnant.
We got a killer sunset on the first night. It honestly didn't feel like Western New York.
We also had a bonfire on the beach the night before the wedding. Let's just say this... there were beer funnels, alot of music and alot of laughing. It was the kind of night where my cheeks actually hurt from laughing so much. So much fun.
The wedding was a seriously good time, the bride looked beautiful and the food was killer.
We also figured out way too quickly that my son is probably destined for greatness. He was a dancing machine, out dancing pretty much everyone, including the groom in dance off after dance off.
I heard that there was a second bonfire following the reception, but I was too drunk too tired to make an appearance.
There were way too many evenings at Turner's Port of Call. Let's just say this, I miss BA's desperately, but Turner's in the summer makes it all okay. On one evening, I was even attacked by a certain older woman from the Island. Let's just say that this certain older woman might possibly be married to my elementary school's principals son. Let's also say that this woman might possibly be bi-polar or on drugs or a very violent drunk or any combination above. She'd never met me before that moment, which I find oddly flattering that she would decide to attack me on the night that pretty much every friend I have from high school was at or coming to the bar. The fabulous Grand Island Police Department came to my rescue after she fell down a grassy hill towards the river, in the rain and then decided to break and enter into the owner of the bar's apartment. Yep... it was that kind of night. Only on Grand Island!
There were wooden rollercoasters with no line. Why does no line matter you ask? Because there's something wonderful about being able to go on a rollercoaster over and over with no wait. It's like your adrenaline hasn't had a chance to chill yet, which makes the ride that much better.
There were wild west shows that seemed so much more magical when I was 7 years old. I just wonder if they're that magical to today's 7 year olds.
There were science museums with lots of things to discover and explore. (Warning: the experiment depicted above uses real fur. It's for science. Therefore, I find it okay. Don't get all over me about it okay?)
There was breathtaking homes downtown that made me long to move home. These homes have history and character and all the things a Las Vegas home is lacking.
And there was rain. Honestly, we got lucky. The news called it the coldest and wettest summer on record in Buffalo this year. And while we got a couple rainy afternoons and evenings, overall we got great weather. Not too hot, not too humid and just enough rain to keep things relatively cool.
We spent alot of time with family and friends and wished as we always do that we lived there again.
In the end, it was a fantastic, fast, fun filled vacation.
Now to start planning our next adventure...
;o)
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