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Yes, this is report from the field… specifically, Operation Mrs. Powder Puff: a date that shall live in infamy.

Mrs. Powder Puff, Mrs. Quiche and I all became bees right around the same time, back in late 2008. Sharing our freshman fears, we quickly became fast friends. We may or may not have consumed multiple alcoholic beverages in concert, ahem.

In any case, at our last dinner, Miss Powder Puff asked Mrs. Quiche and me if we’d like to come to her wedding. This is how the convo went:

Miss PP: “So guys, do you think you might be interested in coming to my wedd…”
Quiche and Me: (interrupting) “YES”
Miss PP: “Oh good - I mean, I know it is a bit of a drive from Chicago, and you might need to spend the night…”
Quiche and Me: “WE’RE COMING!”
Miss PP: “Well, that’s settled!”

Needless to say, we were very excited to go! Mrs. Quiche even told Mr. Quiche that he would have to sit this party out, as this was a bona fide girly trip. That Mr. Quiche - he is so nice!

Now, I must preface this by saying that in normal life, under normal conditions, both Mrs. Quiche and I are pretty organized individuals. We pay our bills on time, we arrive to appointments early, we always buy the bride and groom a wedding gift.

Um yeah. Not so much on the PP wedding day!

We left Chicago very lackadaisically on Saturday morning for our 3.5 hour drive to Michigan. There was a beautiful drive and a lil Burger King in our future (no gagging, Healthy Police!).

See… look how relaxed!

To be honest, I am a bit surprised we made it to Michigan at all. We both forgot a few *fairly* important things… like toothbrushes, so we had to make a stop. We kept forgetting to check our directions until about 30 seconds before each turnoff. There were few street signs, anyhow… we just kinda had to feel our way to our hotel.

So anyway, we finally arrived at our destination and thought we’d take a nap before the festivities began. We had a lot of dancing on our schedule and wanted to be rested and ready to go!

We walked into our hotel room. I was throwing all my bags on my bed. Mrs. Quiche glanced at the room clock and yelled, “TIME CHANGE!!!!”

Craziness and flying shampoo bottles ensued.

Yes, we were the dunces who forgot that Michigan is an hour ahead of Chicago. Consequently, we had 30 minutes to go from grungy to fab and get our booties to the wedding! In the craziness, the situation was nevertheless hilarious. Damn you, time change!

We made it to the ceremony with 15 minutes to spare, and we took about 5 minutes to calm our nerves down. Now, we could celebrate!

The day was GORGEOUS. Seriously, it couldn’t have been a more beautiful day. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool, the flowers were blooming - perfect! We were so excited when the ceremony got underway and thoroughly embarrassed ourselves with all manner of cameras to document the moment.

Swoon!

After the smoochin’, we had a few drinks. We were in the mood for beer, and the day called for a lil Oberon. We made buds with our dinner companions at Table 9:

Table 9 was full of dancers. At any given moment… “This is a Table 9 song - go dance!” It was really impossible to sit down for more than 30 seconds… the peer pressure was tremendous! Yum to the food, yum to the people, yum to the dancing.

Now, earlier in the evening, we were able to snag a proper bee photo…

See the difference between the photo above and the photo below - several hours of dancing and drinks lata:

West side!

Quiche and I didn’t leave until the lights came up, and you better believe we slept in the next morning - Powder Puff knows how to throw a par-tay! We took our tired selves back to Chicago, and somehow made it to our appropriate destinations, again, “feeling” our way home!

I need to buy a GPS.

Are you an otherwise organized person who is a mess when it comes to destination weddings?