So I already said how I broke my cell Thursday night. And the Sprint store closed at 9 pm Thursday, and opened against at 10 am Friday, which didn’t work for me. So I went to Cape Cod with my cell phone broke. (Luckily for me, I have two cell phones; my work phone is with Verizon.) And so I was ok with that, but as I loaded my suitcase into the car Friday morning, THAT broke. Have you ever had one of those days where you were obviously just supposed to stay in bed. Ah, yes, welcome to my Friday.

Then, my flight to Boston was supposed to leave at 3.15. I was supposed to land about 4.30. I landed at 8. Why? Well, first it was delayed. Then they put us on the plane, and we sat on the runway forever. Then we went to Boston and the weather wouldn’t let us land, so we circled around Boston for a while. Ugh! This meant that I got my rental car and started the drive to Cape Cod in the dark. Just what I wanted to do. Yeah, like I'm not geographically challenged in the light...

The wedding was beautiful. While Ophelia hit Cape Cod Friday night (only thunderstorms, nothing major), it cleared up Saturday. Well, it was cloudy, but it wasn’t raining during the outdoor ceremony. On the beach. So that was great. And I guess that overcast is actually better for photographs.

However, our sorority sister married a fraternity boy. Our special sorority song was American Pie. Unfortunately, that appeared to have been their special fraternity song too. We (as in the sorority sisters) were dancing when they pulled the bride away from us. Umm…no. We stole her right back. She may be your wife, but she is OUR sister, and nothing comes between us and American Pie (did you ever notice how freaking long that song is? I think in college I was always drunk, b/c it seemed much faster way back then.)

Then when I landed today, my brother picked me up from the airport. My grandparents drove me to the airport, so that is where my car was. So my brother took me to their house. I only took a half day off today, so I had to run and not visit. But not before I was give 11 (yes, 11) tomotoes, 1 cucumber, and some leftover strew. Because, you know, there isn't food in Boston, and I was starving since I last left them on Friday. If you are Greek, you would understand that logic. I do have to say though, I did have the stew for lunch, and it was actually really good. I should get that recipe. (Sorry, I had to take a moment at the thought of me cooking...)

Evidently, my football team did but much without me than with me. Well, not much better I guess. We lost 38-0 when I played and we lost 34-0 without me. (Hey, I’m just the second string quarterback, which means I QB just on gender plays. I’m not responsible for the lack of offense!) The good news is that we are doing really well at the bar after the games.
And on a side note, I got back this afternoon. It was really hard to get Cleveland sports on the Cape. They have this unnatural obsession with Boston sports. The Red Sox. The Patriots. Geesh. What is a Cleveland sports junkie supposed to do??