We drove our Nissan Rogue back to the hotel on Friday night. Also, if we had a dollar for every time someone said, "You're driving a Nissan in GM country?" we could have afforded to buy the nicest GM vehicle in Pinckney.
Matt and I woke up bright and early on Saturday because apparently when you turn 27 you can't sleep in anymore, and decided to go for a walk in the hopes of finding some picturesque Michigan scenery.
This was the best we could do.
However, we did find a Dunkin' Donuts where I ordered an iced caramel coffee, so all was not lost.
We got back to the hotel and prepared for the main event. Let me just tell you, there was no humility in that hotel room. Matt and I kept walking back and forth past the mirror and complimented ourselves every single time. We did one last mirror check before we left and Matt sighed and said, "It's just a real bummer I couldn't dress like a Secret Service agent."
Yes, because that's an appropriate getup for a casual backyard wedding.
We arrived to the wedding a whopping 45 minutes early, but thanks to the google we were able to discover that in just 5 minutes, we could go to hell.
And so we did.
And now I can officially say I've been to hell and back. And hell consists of a gift shop, a saloon, a a surly biker gang.
I'm not kidding. We left the car running while we literally ran out and took this picture because those bikers didn't look thrilled to have a car full of out of towners descending on their space.
The wedding itself was lovely. The weather couldn't have been more perfect and it was small and simple. Once the sun went down we sat around the fire and had s'mores.
We headed home on Sunday, and everything was going swimmingly until the TSA agent flagged me because my driver's license had my maiden name, but my boarding pass had my married name. I have the license update card that reflects my name change, but the agent said anyone can make a piece of paper with a different name and they had to verify my identify.
And let me tell you. That process took every bit of 45 minutes and by the end of it I was questioning my own identity. A supervisor came over and called some phone number and I had to answer crazy questions about myself for the person on the other line. I don't know who the heck was on the other end of that phone call but they sure had an awful lot of intel about me.
If it hadn't been a rather serious situation I would have asked if they'd called my mom.
After the phone call, I had to go through a private screening, got the major pat down, and then they went through every single item I had with a fine tooth comb. They even turned every single page of the books I had with me. My only regret is that I forgot Matt had thrown his diabetes supplies in my purse, because it doesn't exactly look good when you assure the TSA agent you don't have anything sharp in your purse and she pulls out a bag of needles.
I have to say that every TSA person that screened me and my belongings was super nice, but super not messing around. Luckily I was finally cleared and we headed home to Philadelphia.
I just bet the whole screening process would've been a lot faster if only Matt had been wearing his secret service agent outfit.