Whatever It Takes!
When I was first asked to be a groomsman in Stacy’s wedding I marveled at how I would do “whatever it takes” to fulfill my duties. Of course, I was thinking about the actual act of dressing and my scenarios involved changing in front of Kipp… or in a portapotty. It may not be what I imagined, but last weekend I got to put my claim to the test.
While I was in Seattle, I received word that the dresses were in and that we needed to report to the dress shop for our fitting. And while I was in Canada, I started to do the math and I realized with the two week lead time on alterations, I needed to go ASAP. Unfortunately, I was working in Canada until Thursday and flying all day Friday. And so, my “Whatever it Takes” turned out to be manifested by a travel frenzy!
Leg #1 Thursday: Katie and I worked all day at the copper mine and then drove 5 hours to Seattle, arriving at 11 PM PCT.
Leg #2 Friday: Flew from Seattle to Chicago and then Chicago to Greensboro, North Carolina. Arrived at Greensboro at 9 PM EST.
Leg #3 Friday/Saturday: Drove 5 hours from Greensboro, North Carolina to my parents’ home in Occoquan, Virginia. Arrival Time: 3 AM EST!
Over 3400 miles later, I made my weary way to the dress shop, where another challenge awaited me. I was promptly asked to put on the shoes I would be wearing to the wedding.
“Huh?” I said and looked down at my work shoes that were still covered in white dust from the mine.
I had no wedding shoes with me. I didn’t think to pack any for Seattle. Rollerblades, yes. Wedding shoes, no.
Luckily, my bridesmaid, Jenn was there! She just so happens to sport the same shoe size as I (bet that doesn’t happen often between a groomsman and a bridesmaid) and she just so happened to have some shoes I could borrow for the fitting.
Jenn didn’t seem at all deterred that the moisture from my feet would now mingle with hers. Perhaps for Jenn, “Whatever It Takes” describes her wedding attitude as well.