Fado After Party la Toisième Partie

I am told by the internets that this means, "part three" in French. If there's one thing I've learned in this year o' weddings, it's if your wedding celebration ends at Fado, you must be doing something right.

Looking through Amber and Ryan's wedding pictures gave me just the inspiration I needed to write the entry about the trip we made home to celebrate their wedding in October. Sometimes, keeping up with this blog begins to feel like a drag, but the pictures reminded me just how fun that weekend actually was...

To get home in October, Eric and I took the same early flight out of OKC that we'd taken for our trip home the previous month. This time, however, we decided to spend Thursday night in a hotel in the city so that we didn't have to experience any more 2am wake up calls. I was one of Amber's bridesmaids and had been asked to pick out a black cocktail dress (of my choice) for the wedding. As you might have guessed, there are slim pickins for black cocktail dresses in Altus, and by that Thursday night, I still had not found a dress...nor had I looked. Eric picked me up after work in Lawton on Thursday, and we drove directly to the mall in OKC for a "please let me find a dress" shopping extravaganza. We power slid into a parking spot exactly 40 minutes before the mall closed its doors for the night. I ran into Macy's and straight to the cocktail dress section. I picked out 4 black dresses. The first three I tried on were disasters, but the fourth was perfect! I left Macy's that night with time to spare. Sometimes I really do have luck on my side. Eric and I had dinner at a micro brewery in the city that night, which was a nice treat. After dinner, we went back to the hotel and tried to get some sleep in preparation for another fun-filled weekend at home.

This time our alarm went off at 5am, and thinking we didn't have to be at the airport until around 5:45 for our 6:45 flight, we got ready at a leisurely pace. Our hotel was right next to the airport (and remember, it is a small airport). At 5:40, we were loading the car and checking out of the hotel, when I realized it was actually at 6:30 flight and that we were already supposed to be at the airport. Eric panicked. He pulled out of the hotel parking lot and turned the wrong way down a one way street. Then, instead of pulling into long-term parking, he pulled into rental car return. At this point it was 10 till 6. He jumped out of the car with the bag and ran to check in. I jumped into the drivers seat on a mission to get the heck out of rental car return and find parking. Once I finally made it to the parking garage, I had to drive all the way up to the 5th floor to find a spot. This doesn't sound difficult, but I was behind a car going 2 mph the entire way. I ran from the parking garage to the terminal where I met up with Eric. We then discovered that, for the first time in our history of flying out of Will Rogers, there was a long line to get through security. By this point, I was sweating profusely and we were both feeling quite anxious. As we went through security, we could hear our names being paged from the gate. We begged some fellow travelers to let us pass, and they graciously obliged. We were the last two passengers to get on the plane. Eric requested I make the following admission: All of the above was my (Ninoosh's) fault, because I am the one who got the time of our flight confused to begin with.

Good thing we got that hotel room to avoid the stress of the the trip to the airport...

My mom greeted us at BWI and took us home where we found my dad heating up leftover Persian food for a noonday feast. Welcome homes don't really get better than that. We had a little time to visit before we had to get to the rehearsal for the wedding of the weekend.

Amber and Ryan got married on the grounds of the Crofton Country Club, which was where we met for the rehearsal. This was the first of a lot of time we got to spend with our friends that weekend. The rehearsal went smoothly and we made our way to the home of a friend of Amber's family, who hosted the rehearsal dinner. A friend of Ryan's family was the chef of the delicious dinner we ate there. That night, Amber and all the girls went back to Ryan's dad and stepmom's house to spend the night. They went out of their way to make us comfortable. We were treated to neverending snacks and many other creature comforts. The girls stayed up for a while snacking and chatting. Those of us who have been through "the night before the wedding" jitters as the bride to be, did our best to encourage Amber to enjoy the ride and let the small things go. She said she was nervous, but she appeared every bit as happy and relaxed to the rest of us.

The morning of the wedding, we started getting ready pretty early. Amber's hair and makeup people came to the house to help us get pretty. We sipped mimosas, chatted, and had snacks. The day went off without a hitch, and before we knew it, the limo was waiting in the driveway to take us to the ceremony.

On the evening of the rehearsal, it had been a bit chilly outside, but the afternoon of the wedding was absolutely beautiful. I wish I had the words to describe how gorgeous Amber looked coming down the aisle. Aside from being so stunning herself, she looked calm and like she was exactly where she wanted to be. Ryan, you looked amazing as well. Some people say they saw a tear in your eye, I just thought you looked completely and utterly happy.

During the few hours after the ceremony we jumped through the wedding hoops: we took pictures, did the entry of the bridal party, enjoyed some lovely toasts (which included a very touching video toast from Ryan's brother-in-law who was deployed), and chowed down on dinner. Then, the party got started. The dance floor was packed and the deejay kept the party rocking. As is typical of awesome weddings, the time flew by and we were being kicked out of the venue before any of us were ready. Luckily though, Eric & Kelley lifted all our spirits with an impeccable rendition of Gangnam Style. After that treat, we scrambled to figure out a way to keep the party going. We piled into vans and headed to downtown Annapolis to our favorite post-wedding hot spot, Fado.

There really aren't words for the type of partying that went down at Fado's that night; only pictures. Unfortunately, I am not willing to post most of the pictures, so you are just going to have to use your imagination on this one. But trust me, fun times were had, indeed. Here are the few that passed inspection...barely...

We have a slogan (a vow, if you will) among our group of friends that we use when we plan to have a really kick a** time together, "up all night!" Usually what happens when we plan a night of epic proportions worthy of "up all night!" is that we fall asleep early and lament what went wrong the next morning. On this particular night; however, a handful of us really were UP ALL NIGHT. The best part of all was that the handful included our party-hardy bride & groom.

After we got the boot at Fado circa 2am, that handful of us piled into cabs and directed the drivers to our favorite late-night dive...the Double T Diner. Can I get a what, what? There, we ate far too much and partook in what was very likely loud and inappropriate conversation. Luckily, all around us were the rest of the 4am crowd, so they didn't seem to mind too much. Either that or we didn't notice. We finally made our way back to the hotel around 5am. You're welcome to the cab driver we entertained along the way. Amber and Ryan went their way, Teri, Matt, Meg, Eric and I went ours. Sleep was welcome, but over far too soon. Before we knew it, we in the parking lot saying our goodbyes, but this time we were not lamenting our "up all night!" failures or mourning the loss of our ability to party. Instead, we slapping high-fives and recounting tales of our general awesomeness. We still got it, folks!

Eric and I drove directly to Wendy's to partake in our requisite post-party spicy chicken sandwiches. We had just sat down when our phone rang. It was our party-hardy bride & groom. Somehow, in all the chaos of rides to and from receptions, after party, and after-after party, they had ended up at the hotel without a ride away from the hotel. Eric and I went back to retrieve them and take them to the last place they'd seen their car.

I'd call that a wedding success. Well done, you two! And a life full of happiness!

The rest of the weekend was pretty awesome as well. Eric's mom & dad hosted a crab feast where we got to visit with a lot of family we hadn't seen in quite some time. We even got to visit with Kelly and Mason because Kelly was in town that same weekend for her high school reunion! What are the chances? We thoroughly enjoyed visiting and catching up, but it reminded us of how much we miss doing that on a regular basis. We spent that Sunday night at my mom & dad's house where we squeezed in one more Persian meal. Eric and I slept with full bellies and happy hearts that night!

On Monday morning, we flew back to OKC, and then made the trek back to good ole' Altus. Home sweet home and another weekend for the memory books. We are so fortunate to have been able to go back so many times for all our dear friends' weddings. We will never take that for granted. Peace & love.

Annnnnnd, I'm all caught up! <pause> NOT.

Wedding Bells, Belles, and (Red) Bulls

One of the most exhausting (to date) travel weekends of our lives took place in September. In fact, I think it took me until November to write this entry because I have spent the interim recovering from this particular weekend.

It started eaaaarly, early on a Thursday morning, when our alarm went off at 2:30am. We woke up, showered, threw our suitcase in the car, grabbed pop tarts & massive coffees from the gas station, and hit the road to OKC. Our flight took off from OKC at 6:30 that morning. We had an hour (or a little less) to kill at the Atlanta airport between flights. We used that time to inhale a ginormous breakfast before hopping on our second flight into BWI. Eric's dad picked us up from BWI a little after 11am EDT. By that time, Eric and I had already been awake for 8 hours.

We visited with Big Jer for a while before bolting upstairs to take naps before that evening's festivities got underway. That was when we looked at the clock and realized it had already struck 2:30pm. We consulted our "to do list," did some quick calculations, and realized that we did not in fact have any time to sleep. Eric still had to pick up his tuxedo for his best friend's wedding, and I had to shower and get fancied up before we made the hour drive to the church for the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.

After a whirlwind of showers, getting dressed, running errands, forgetting the directions (Ninoosh always forget something), figuring out directions, traffic (ohmygosh...hello traffic...it's been a while..), red bulls, phone calls, and excitement, we found ourselves standing in a church, greeting our best friends, and getting ready to rehearse for a wedding we've all been waiting years to celebrate. Everyone was in great spirits and excited to get the party started. I had a great time at the rehearsal because I got to snuggle my favorite little man, Levi, the entire time.

After everyone was sufficiently rehearsed, we moved onto the rehearsal dinner, where Eric and I ate what had to be our 5th meal of the day. The food was delicious; the party fun. Dave's dad put together a sweet slideshow of Dave and Kelley, and somehow managed to keep the plethora of inappropriate pictures that exist of Dave out of it. As the party began to wind down, Margo, Levi, and I went back to my mom and dad's house to sleep, and Eric and Lee stayed with Dave to cuddle and comfort him through the night.

Wedding day was a beautiful day; perfect early fall weather. I got to spend the morning visiting with my parents while Eric hung out with Dave and the rest of the groomsmen, or as Eric calls them, "dude's maids." After a beautiful and romantic wedding ceremony, we made our way to the reception venue, which was the Antrim 1844 in Taneytown, MD. A cocktail hour took place on an outdoor patio, where we could watch the sun go down over the rolling hills of Western Maryland. As we enjoyed our delicious dinner, we were enthralled by a couple of great speeches to include Eric's Best Man speech. I may be partial, but I have to say, he hit a home run with that one! Dave only cried a little...there's a toad. Cheers to the new couple! Time to hit the dance floor!

The rest of the reception was a rocking party; everyone had an insanely good time. We danced and partied and visited until the deejay kicked us out. We made our way to the pub on the property of the Antrim to continue the party. Unfortunately, not long after we arrived at the pub, the night took a scary turn. Big Jer, who up until that point was having a simply marvelous time (see picture below for proof), had a health scare.

He passed out and hit the deck, quite literally. It was a terrifying moment, but allow me to say that the situation could not have been handled better. We were surrounded by people who knew exactly what to do in a moment like this. The groom and another wedding guest began assessing Big Jer's condition and providing first aid. Dave's dad called an ambulance. Dave's mom talked to Jer, keeping him oriented to the situation, and Lourdes calmly provided his medical history. The ambulance took Jerry to the hospital and Lourdes and Eric followed in the car. The crowd at the pub hung around discussing the incident until the pub closed. The party then relocated to the Carriage House, where the wedding party was staying, but unfortunately, there was not much party to be had. After a couple of scary hours, we were all relieved to hear that Jerry was okay and that no major medical concerns were present. A few weeks and many tests later, he came home with a perfectly clean bill of health.

Amber, Ryan, and I got hot in what Eric likes to call the, "Ryan Reynolds Room." The room Eric and I had reserved at the Antrim had a fireplace and a king-sized bed. Not wanting all that space to go to waste with Eric still at the hospital, I invited Amber and Ryan to crash with me. We turned on the fire for ambiance. When Eric came back to the room at 4am, he opened the door and was literally knocked back by the wall of heat that greeted him. It had to be close to 100 degrees in that room. We turned off the fire, all rolled over, and made room for one more in the bed. There we slept like bugs in a rug til morning.

The next morning was the morning of Amber's bachelorette party.  Are you beginning to understand why this weekend was exhausting? We dragged ourselves out of bed and made our way home to get ready for the next big party. In the meantime, Eric was getting ready to celebrate his 10 year high school reunion in Annapolis. I was unable to attend and am therefore unable to share any stories from that night, but judging by the look on Eric's face the next morning, it was a very great time.

For Amber's bachelorette, we rented a van and made a short roadtrip to Leesburg, VA to visit the Willowcroft Winery. We packed a picnic lunch, popped a few bottles of wine & champagne, and got busy catching up and celebrating before our wine tasting. The wine tasting was a lot of fun. I wanted to bring a bottle of each wine we sampled home with me, but unfortunately did not have enough room in the luggage. After a great afternoon in the vineyards, we roadtripped back into D.C. to our fancy hotel. We got ready for an evening out on the town. The rest of the night consisted of dinner & dancing. We were all so happy to be able to be together to celebrate this beautiful bride to be (who, by the time I finally got around to writing the post, is already an old, married lady).

Because it is impossible to be at home and not squeeze in a visit with our families, my parents were gracious enough to host a Sunday afternoon party (after I had come in and out of the house between events like a tornado several times that weekend) so that our families could all get together and visit, even if only for a couple of hours. We got to see our moms, dads, Jacq, Tim, and the love of all of our lives, baby Caitlin. After a delicious meal (squeezed in Persian food, too), Eric's mom and dad delivered our lifeless bodies to the airport for our return trip to Oklahoma. We arrived back in OKC after 10pm on Sunday night. After driving the 2+ hours home, and a near slaughtering of a family of raccoons (why did the raccoon family cross the road?), we turned the key in our front door a little after 1am on Monday. Just in time for a few hours of sleep before starting the next work week.

It was all well, well worth it. We can't remember a more tiring weekend, but we also can't remember a weekend where we got to see so many loved ones in such a short period of time. It was just what these two homesick homesteaders needed. Well, that and about 3 more days of sleep.

Blindfolded in the Backseat

One Friday morning, after Eric left for work, I came across a card. It read:

To My Loving Wife...

We are taking you on a trip! You have 8 hours to pack your belongings for a weekend of fun, food, and lots of excitement. We will be departing Altus no later than 5 p.m. tonight and eating a late-ish dinner when we arrive at our destination. We'll return Sunday evening. 

You will need to pack at least a swimsuit and some "going out clothes" (think nice restaurant, not fancy schmancy). 

Do not, we repeat, DO NOT even bother asking where we are going. It will do you no good. Furthermore, you will be blindfolded for the first portion of our trip...so either find something comfy to cover your eyes or an old t-shirt will have to do the trick (and no one wants that). Please text us to confirm you have received this notification. 

Your vacation begins in T-minus 480 minutes. 

Joe & Eric

A mile or so down the road, Emily was waking up to find the same card. We were both still feeling pretty perplexed and excited by the time we met up at the Pie in the Eye office picnic that afternoon. Emily and I made our best efforts to coax some clues out of Eric or Joe, but they remained tight-lipped and poker faced. As did their colleagues who were also in on the secret.

Joe and Emily arrived to retrieve Eric and me for the trip between 4 and 5 o'clock that evening. It was required Emily and I put on our blindfolds before leaving the driveway. We did as we were told (for the first and last time in history) and did our best to mentally keep track of the turns the car made on the way out of town. Joe, being the clever guy he is, took it upon himself to do some donuts to throw us off course. Some time mid-donut, it occurred to me that I'd forgotten to pack something important. Eric quickly informed  everyone that this was the norm for any trip or outing we ever take, and told Joe to cut his losses and turn around right then.

We re-booted, re-blindfolded, and left the driveway again. Between 20 and 30 minutes into the trip, Eric and Joe decided we'd passed the final landmark that could have given our destination away, and allowed us to remove our blindfolds. The guys told us not to waste any time trying to guess where we were going, but naturally, Emily and I could talk about nothing else. Though; the reality of the situation was that we had no clue where we were going until we finally saw the sign for Amarillo.

Even once we'd seen the sign, the guys refused to acknowledge that we had figured them out. They pulled off the road into the parking lot of the Big Texan Steak Ranch. Just in case you haven't heard, the Big Texan Steak Ranch is the WORLD FAMOUS home of the Free 72oz steak. If you can eat it, along with all of your side dishes in one hour, it's on the house! In case you are having a difficult time imagining what this may look like, you can actually watch it all go down (er, hopefully) live, on their website. Here are a few pictures of the brave souls that tried that night.

Thought the guy in black was going to pull off a win...

Until I took this picture and saw the horror in his eyes. There were no winners that night.

Next to the steakhouse, was a western town themed hotel with a Texas-shaped pool. Joe and Eric kept up an act that this western town hotel was our final destination, which gave me heart palpitations (I have hotel phobias), until they gave up the gig and finally admitted we'd be spending the weekend in Amarillo. Once I knew we were not spending the weekend at the Big Texan Steak Ranch, I was able to relax and enjoy an actually very delicious dinner of fine red meat.

 

After a massive dinner and a stomach-turning show of four dudes forcing themselves to eat an insane amount of food, our sweet tooths (teeth?) were calling out. Joe and Eric already had that covered. We got back into the car and drove onward to the last surprise of the night: fro yo at FrazzleBerry!!

If we weren't full before, we certainly were after dessert. Full and sleepy. We made our way to our hotel and before parting ways, Emily and I were told to get our rest because the next day would be fun-filled and full of adventure.

After breakfast in the hotel that morning, where you could make a Texas-shaped waffle, we got in the car and started driving around Amarillo. It eventually became clear that shopping was the focus of our morning itinerary. Our first stop was at a boutique store where Emily and I were told that our challenge was to spend $50.00 on anything we wanted in the store. Mission accomplished. After the mission was accomplished, we drove around an outdoor mall that had approximately a zillion stores. We popped in and out of a few of the stores and then drove to Historic Route 66, where there were a bunch of antique shops. We stopped in a few of them to peruse curious finds and pick through junk, and eventually worked up an appetite.

There were a couple of restaurants in the area and we decided to try Smokey Joe's. It was a biker bar type place; the local watering hole if you will. The food was good and the beers were refreshing.

After lunch we all started descending into food comas, and we went back to our hotel to take a nap before starting part two of day two of our Amarillo adventure. Eric and Joe told us to dress in work out type clothes for part two of the day. Emily and I figured we were hiking, but were so surprised when we saw the signs for Palo Duro Canyon State Park. Known as, "the Grand Canyon of Texas," the Palo Duro Canyon is over 120 miles long, as much as 20 miles wide, and has a maximum depth of more than 800 feet. I had absolutely no idea that Palo Duro was so close to Altus. I was completely overjoyed to discover such an amazing place in such close proximity to our home. Our first stop was the visitor's center where we asked the ranger's advice about which parts of the canyon to try to hike that afternoon. It was an extremely hot day, and the ranger's informed us that several people had already been rescued from hikes after suffering heat exhaustion. We made our way to the trail head they suggested we try. The thermometer located at the head of the Lighthouse Trail read well over 100 degrees. Each couple had a camel back full of water and we only planned to hike for about an hour. We had a great time and none of us felt too hot. We stayed hydrated (though, Eric was quite serious about rationing) and enjoyed breaks from the sun every time it hid behind a fluffy white cloud or dropped behind the tall walls of the Canyon.

 

All of us were starving by the end of our hike. Joe and Eric took us to a place to "clean up" before dinner, which primarily consisted of splashing water on our faces and changing out of tennis shoes and into flip flops. The guys implied that we had a long drive to get to dinner, but we made about two turns within the park and pulled into a parking lot outside an outdoor amphitheater. Our next surprise was a Texas Chuck Wagon dinner (bbq), which we ate at picnic tables. The barbeque was delicious and totally hit the spot after the hike. 

Over our chow from the Chuck Wagon (whatever that means), Emily and I were informed that the dinner was actually part of a dinner/theater type event. In fact, Palo Duro Canyon is the home of Texas!, an outdoor musical, which has been running for 45 years. It is also the official play of the state of Texas. Go ahead and try to top that! The show was about the lives of the settlers of the Texas panhandle in the 1800s. It was full of drama and special effects; complete with live horses, fire, and lightning. At the start of the show, the cast promised a, "patriotic finale and tribute to America." They certainly delivered on that promise. The only words I can come up with to describe the level of patriotism displayed during that tribute would likely be offensive to at least some of the people who read this blog. Therefore, all I am going to say is that you would have to see it to believe it. But if you are ever in Palo Duro between the months of June and August, see it. Definitely. See it.

We went back to the hotel, exhausted by heat, thirst, and nationalism, and crashed for the night. The next morning, after our Texas-shaped waffles, we got back into the car and started driving again. Emily and I were back on our game of guessing what was coming next when I noticed Cadillac Ranch on the opposite side of the road. Immediately, I knew this was our morning attraction. I had seen this place on TV a few times, but never imagined it was right outside of Amarillo, Texas. I was pretty excited to see it. I mean, how many people do you know that can cross this one of their bucket list?

After Cadillac Ranch, we got to stop at some of our favorite stores: Target, World Market, and an indoor mall. This probably sounds trivial to many of you, but it is a big deal to those of us who live in Altus. This is another phenomena you'd have to experience to truly understand. We had lunch at Red Robin, which unfortunately was out of 50% of their menu items. This was disappointing because we wasted our, "let's eat at a chain restaurant we can't normally eat at" lunch on a place that couldn't rise to our lofty expectations (again, people who live in Altus, or somewhere like it, know what I'm talking about).

Our disappointing lunch at Red Robin was the coup de grâce of our Amarillan adventure. We were tired, shopped out, full, and about three hours from home on a Sunday afternoon. Emily and I were happy and had been sufficiently surprised, spoiled, and entertained. For an entire weekend, we didn't have to make a single decision or plan, we had tons of fun, many laughs, and got to shop our little hearts out. Eric and Joe, on the other hand, had been sufficiently exhausted by our relentless questioning about what was to come, but (hopefully) were also happy to have pulled off a truly excellent adventure. Thank you to Joe and Eric for making every attempt to make our time in this very special part of the country as fun as it possibly can be! 

Pie in the Eye

Steaming hot peanut butter, chocolate, and whip pies

And sometimes we do things like this in Altus...

As part of an office-ish fundraiser, a good friend of ours nominated Eric to take a pie to the face. The top 8 names on the list were to be pied and before Eric knew it, his name had made it all the way to number two! What can I say? He's a popular guy. As a result, one of two things could happen. Eric could pay double the amount that was bid on him to avoid the pie in the eye OR he could step up and take it like a man.

He chose to take it like a man.

Once the list of people to be pied was established, the pies themselves were auctioned off. You could bid to pie your colleague, boss, or spouse in the face. The same friend who nominated Eric to be on the list in the first place got into a bidding war with a paralegal from Eric's office. He eventually put a pretty hefty chunk of change on a pie (with one stipulation: I was to be the one to smash the pie in Eric's face). I accepted his offer.

As I stood there, steamy pie in hand, I looked sympathetically into my husband's eyes and faced a dilemma: take it easy on him (because I certainly wouldn't want this pie in my face) or make my friend (who made a generous donation to make this all possible) proud. I also felt I owed it to the paralegal (who really wanted a chance to pie him) not to let this opportunity pass me by. I think I settled for a happy medium...I didn't crack his nose, but I got him pretty good.

Trying to appear brave.

Eric attempting to communicate telepathically, "go easy on me, will ya?"

Me letting him know I couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

 This was the result.

Once it was all over, we thanked our friend for saving us the money on couples therapy.