Today’s The Day - Breaking Down on I-95
This is it.
Welcome to the morning of the biggest day of my natural life. Other than birth, birth of your child, and your death, nothing compares to this on the scale of importance.
Except for maybe divorce, but not with so many happy feelings.
I’m heading into today a lot less nervous than I have been in the past couple of weeks. Perhaps it was because I had a lot of opportunities to think about things yesterday while driving and being driven up and down I-95 all day. First, it was running home by myself to pick up a last few things. Yesterday morning, I really started thinking about how nervous I had been and trying to figure out why it was so bad, especially not being a nervous person and all.
And then I discovered the reason: I just hadn’t had a good cry.
I had really been holding it in for a while, because I’ve really been rejecting the notion of looking like a baby in front of family and friends. But I’m so happy, and have been for such a long time, that I realized I needed to let it out in an appropriate way.
So, all by myself going on I-95 North, I cried like a baby.
I cried because I’m happy to be with my girl. I cried because I want to do all I can for us to be happy together for eternity. I cried because so many people care about us and are so excited to share this day. But most of all, I cried because I didn’t want to. And it needed to be done.
I got the things I needed and hustled my crew together to get fitted for today. Thankfully, everything fit and looked right. Did the group lunch thing, and came back to the hotel to await the Party Ride that would be taking us to DC and back to Baltimore for eight hours of partying.
But somehow before we got on I-95, I decided that drinking some of the hard stuff would be a good idea to get the bachelor party going. Plenty of whiskey and moonshine doesn’t make for a good internal motor, and you can guess what happened next.
A head spinning, fetal-position breakdown on I-95 South.
Luckily, between Dave and Busters in Arundel Mills, and the Diner in Adams-Morgan DC., plenty of water and laughter got my mind right to party at Club One in Baltimore. I can honestly say that I remember every moment, and meal and every two-step of the night, and it was great.
I woke up this morning with a sense of calm and plenty of phone calls. Pray for me and my family.
This is it.