Did you know that people in Michigan (would that be Michiganders? Michiganites?) who visit or live in the ‘Upper Peninsula‘ refer to themselves at UPers? That’s pronounced ‘you-pers’, if you are keeping track. Yeah, I didn’t either. But, apparently they are and it’s kind of a big deal around there. I found this out while we were up there for a wedding. You see, the best man when Alex and I got married found a lovely UPer to settle down with and they planned the wedding at her parent’s lake house in Brimley. Babysitters were scheduled, travel plans were made, bags were packed, and we were off.
We were sitting in the St. Louis airport waiting to leave when it hit us – we were kid-less. It was bizarre sitting there without someone hanging on me, making a mess, or saying ‘mom, mama, mommy’ on repeat. It was odd, but nice. Still, we already missed those little booger noses.
We made it to Brimley in time for the fish fry that had been arranged. Almost all of Alex’s college buddies are from (and still live in) Michigan, so he doesn’t get to see them that often. He was PUMPED to hang out with everyone. I love his college buddies, so I was really excited too. Those guys are hi-larious.
After the fish fry, we checked into our hotel. The hotel just so happens to be on an Indian preserve and is home to two casinos. The casinos offered free drinks if you were gambling. You can see where this is heading…
We got a late start to Saturday (thank you, free drinks in the casino). Still, I managed to squeeze in a little international traveling.
I made it back to US soil in time to grab some lunch with the group and realize that the ‘Canadian chocolate’ I purchased was actually just Cadbury. We headed back to the hotel to change and get to the ceremony. The ceremony was at the bride’s family lake house. They said their vows on the beach overlooking Lake Superior and Canada. It was breathtaking. Those Upers might be on to something…
Once it was completely dark, they did a lantern sendoff. Everyone was given a Chinese lantern to light. The gas filled the lantern and it floated away. The winds took the lanterns across the lake and disappeared into the horizon. It was easily one of the coolest things I’ve seen. And I can say that as a semi-sober witness. Don’t ask Alex about it – he was hammered. It’s actually a miracle he didn’t set himself on fire.
The next morning came all too soon. We had to skedaddle pretty quickly in order to make the 5 hour drive to Detroit to catch our first flight. As I was taking a shower, I heard the bathroom door open. Alex has this thing about sneaking into the hotel bathroom while I’m showering to take a stealthy shit. He creeps in without making any noise, does his business, and just lets the smell marinate until I catch wind of it. I’m never very happy about it, but it never stops him. It’s like a sick entrapment rush for him. I don’t get it. Anyway, he tried to sneak in and I catch him. I think he’s leaving when the next thing I hear is him blowing chunks in the toilet. Someone had a little too much to drink the night before. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I hear someone puking it makes me dry heave. I was hovered in the corner of the shower desperately trying to plug my ears when the smell hit me. You know the smell. It was too much. I started gagging and heaving. I couldn’t stop it and I couldn’t get out of the bathroom. I barely managed to keep all my cookies in place while Alex finished. I was less than happy about the whole ordeal.
We managed to get to the car without any more events and we hit the road. It was my job to drive us since Alex could barely stand to keep his eyes open.
Alex eventually started feeling better once we got a little grease and Diet Coke in our systems (the cure for a hangover, if you weren’t aware). We were making good time and happened to be driving right past Flint, which is where Alex attended college. I’ve never seen his college, so we figured it was the perfect time to take a little tour.
By the time we got back in the car we had just enough time to get to Detroit, ditch the rental, and get to our gate. And then we hit traffic. Obviously. We were squeeze cheeking it to get to the airport and ran through security to our gate. Turns out our plane was delayed. Figures. At least we hadn’t missed it.
Our flight eventually left and we made it to Chicago. We caught out next flight and landed shortly after in St. Louis. The kids were asleep by the time we got home, but that didn’t stop us from getting some sweet cuddles in. It’s amazing how much you miss someone in such a short time.