Well, I spent my weekend dodging tornadoes whilst trying to orchestrate a wedding for 200 guests.  If you’re wondering, the dodging of the tornadoes was far easier than the orchestrating of the wedding but that’s all I have to say about that because the memory of trying to corral multiple flower girls whose first language is Spanish is still too fresh in my mind.  In case you were wondering, knowing the Spanish words for “hello” and “pencil sharpener” don’t really help when trying to get little girls to throw rose petals.

In case you missed it, my small town had a few tornadoes touch down on Friday and by “a few” I mean entire homes and businesses are gone.  I spent the day alternating between taking shelter in the hallway outside my office with various co-workers and trying to figure out how exactly I was going to get 61 people onto a boat for a rehearsal dinner cruise in the middle of this:

(photo taken by local resident)

Yeah.  That’s the street I live on.

I think the real highlight was when I went onto the boat before the guests to talk to the staff about whether it was wise for us to go ahead with the dinner cruise or not.  Right as the manager was assuring me that everything was going to be just fine, golf ball sized hail began hitting the boat and the captain came running through to tell us to get as far away from the windows as we could.  I spent the next seven minutes of my life standing in a boat that was swaying from side to side thinking about how I just wished I could be at Downton Abbey with Mr. Bates and Anna, maybe enjoying a crumpet or two.*

*I’m not entirely sure of what a crumpet actually is, but I know it is better than being on a boat in a hail storm while a tornado is touching down approximately eight miles away.

The rest of my weekend involved the actual wedding itself and then attending the dedication of my cousin Marisa’s baby and step-son the next day followed by lunch with her side of the family.  When I got home from the lunch yesterday afternoon, I made a half-hearted attempt at conversation with Paul over the phone before falling asleep on my couch at approximately 5:15 p.m.

What did you do this past weekend?