I've got sand in my what??

Last weekend, D and I went to a wedding up in Panama City on the beach. My best friend JC was getting married and I was in the wedding party. On Thursday, I went in to my folks town, got my teeth cleaned and visited with the 'rents. Sometime between then and when we were driving up on Friday, a wicked spider bit my right shin.

We met on Friday on a beach near where they were getting married and did the rehearsal. I thought the Nazi wedding planner's head was going to explode because we weren't there on time. I vocalized these thoughts, and while she did not find me amusing, I think everyone else did! The rehearsal dinner was amazing. It was at a restaurant called The Boar's Head. Drinks, appetizer, and dinner were covered. I had this AMAZING yellowfin tuna filet, just barely seared, and escargot & artichokes as my appetizer. D had this really yummy Greek-Stuffed filet mignon, and gator tail. We all just hung out that night.

Saturday was wedding day. The girls all went to get our hair done, and we all pretty much hated how our hair turned out. Mine was, quite literally, 4 1/2 inches high in the front. I had to redo JC's hair when we got back to the hotel. I also did her make up and told her 2 sisters to shut the hell up, that JC could say whatever she wanted today because it was HER wedding day and they needed to keep their traps shut. Which they did, and JC was very happy. The wedding itself was nice, but bloody hot (95 at least and facing the sun at 4pm). The reception was small and quick, and we did pictures on the beach.

D and I decided to stay up there for an extra day and drive home on Monday so that we could actually sleep in on Sunday. Such a good decision. We found some local lobster festival and a great Japanese Steakhouse. All in all, a good weekend.

Oh, yeah, except for my SPIDER BITE. The one that got so swollen and painful by Friday night that I couldn't put any weight on my leg. And by Saturday it looked like my leg might need to be removed. It was nasty and painful and just ugly. Everyone was convinced that a Brown Recluse bit me and I was going to die. Now, I have always reacted badly to bites of any kind, so I was not alarmed. I was not short of breath, fevered, weak, etc... Went to the Dr on Tuesday, got mega-antibiotics, and it is slowly getting better. But leave it to me... Something always happens to me...

Anyhow.. Work was crazy busy this week. This weekend will be too, and then on Friday, my whole family is leaving on vacation again. Nothing like a whirlwind to keep you going!!