15 Hours to Go...

Here in River City we have a big family wedding on deck this evening.

Seems like it's been years in the making, and Mistress and Slave have been counting the days and months until it's finally over.

It's the sort of event that can drag a whole group of people back into a swirling vortex of memories and  behaviors rooted in the past, and not all of them good. Like a mountain popping up out of the high desert, an event like this can create its own climate. So far its been mild and seasonable. But there is always the chance of a pop up thunderstorm or other hostile weather event. And there may even be some storm chasers on hand to record the event for posterity.

At a  casual gathering after the rehearsal dinner last night, I had one seemingly ancient woman remind me that I used to have a lot more hair, but that I look a lot better without the Fu Manchu mustache and sideburns I wore the last time she saw me. Who is this lady? Turns out she was the sister of my former mother-in-law from a marriage that ended more than 20 years ago.  One was tempted to ask..... why the fuck is she here, or even alive?

Then there was the former sister in law, looking 25 years older and barely recognizable who "greeted" me with the look that still said. "so here's the asshole who had the nerve to dump my sister!"

Mistress is handling the navigation of all my former in-laws with impressive aplomb. There are those who are now pleasant to her, and those who, after all these years, still pretend she is invisible. Thankfully, She is letting it roll off like the beautiful and secure Mistress she is.

And the cute Co-Eds were dressed to their head turning best last night, making us both proud. The older Co-Ed's boyfriend drove into town from upstate NY for the affair, which no doubt made her happy, while once again complicating sleeping arrangements here.

Of course, last night was just a taste of things to come this evening, at a wedding scheduled for the outdoors at a local park in some steamy start of the summer river valley heat.

I'd better get to polishing the details of my toast, and then head upstairs to tend to Mistress's clean shaven folds,  grateful that by 11 pm tonight this will all be over and we can retreat to the relative solitude of the UCTMW World HQ and get back to what we do best....