Lets not do that again.

What a busy weekend (see previous post for approximated agenda)!  I’m so glad its over.

As it turns out, I didn’t really have a meeting at church on Saturday morning…I’d forgotten about it…then remembered…then showed up and found out that I was two weeks early.  All in all, that worked out great.  I didn’t have enough time to go golfing, but Cory and practiced putting for a bit.

I cut up a bunch of fruit.  I think the final count was eight canteloupes and a dozen limes.  Brianna’s friend Jalise is an amazing baker; she designed and directed the assembly of six desserts for the wedding we attended on Sunday.  Not only did they look amazing, but they tasted great as well.  Our friend Janna oversaw all of the food, and did a great job of presenting it.  We also put together a sort of fruit tree, consisting of skewered fruit stuck into a bunch of pineapples that were, in turn, stuck onto a larger upright pole.  It was a new idea for me, but it looked great when it was all done.

Just as I did the week before, I took dinner some friends who had just had a baby.  Last time, I was running late, and got them a frozen lasagna and some garlic french bread.  This time, I let them choose…and they opted for Buffalo Wild Wings…one of my favorite restaurants.  Sadly, I didn’t have enough money left over to buy myself dinner.  I was forced to savor the aroma of chicken wing awesomeness all the way to their house…without the satisfaction of consuming any.

After delivering the food, I rushed over to the prayer room to play bass.  We had a decent jam on one of the progressions, but the session didn’t go as well as the week prior.  Even so, I was glad for the opportunity to play along with some of my favorite musicians.  As an added bonus, Brianna showed up for the set!  I love having a supportive wife =)

Since we were both starving and not in the mood to cook, Brianna and I went to IHOP (pancakes, not prayer) for dinner.  They had some interesting seasonal items on the menu.  I ordered one, but ended up getting the wrong item.  Rather than complaining and having to wait for the correct meal to be prepared, I ate what they gave me.  It wasn’t all that bad, but I was really looking forward to my stuffed french toast.

That night, I went to bed with a tummy full of blueberry pancake goodness.  A great end to a long day.

Sunday was a blur.  Brianna and I had a decent breakfast at home, went to Jalise’s house, loaded up our vehicles full of wedding food, drove to the ceremony/reception site, assembled ample desserts for two hundred guests, watched some dear friends get married, served food and drink to the guests (ourselves included), did all of the dishes, said goodbye to the newlyweds, took Brianna to work for a quick meeting while I perused Barnes & Noble…and then relaxed with our buddy Chad at his new house for a while.  By the time we got home, we were pretty exhausted.

…and next weekend could possibly be even more intense.