As I switched off my alarm this morning, I had the thought: There's only one more time that I'll do that alone. Pretty wild. I leave Wednesday for New York, where I'll spend a day and a half with my best man and his girlfriend and some other buddies, some of which I haven't seen since College. Then on Friday we drive to Pennsylvania to meet up with Shannon and her family and take care of some pre-wedding business. Saturday, we get married, and Sunday we leave for a week in the Caribbean.
At least, I hope we leave for a week in the Caribbean. On Friday, I called the resort just to verify the reservation, and it turns out it's in receivership; it's no longer operating, and hasn't been since March. I was never notified, not by the hotel, not by Travelocity, and not by GoGo Travel, the third-party travel agency Travelocity used to make the reservations. Needless to say, panic ensued. I've been back and fourth with Travelocity about 5 times, finally talking to somebody who sounded like she could do something on Saturday afternoon. However, GoGo was closed at the time, so I have to wait until today to sort things out.
I wonder if there isn't a travesty for every wedding. Garth and Zoe had their problem with the guy making their wedding clothes, and now this. Ah, well. Hope it all works out. Today's big task: Packing.
8:38:02 AM 
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