It was an epic celebration; a super-deluxe challenge for someone with limited stamina and short term memory issues.
But, by the actual wedding on the third day of festivities, I was the one my family came to when they couldn’t remember a name!
Plus, I danced for the first time post stroke! Mingling on a crowded dance floor with people other than my immediate family.
I did a little solo practice, to make certain I could prevent Lida from accidentally crotch-knocking someone. She is notorious for that.
The wedding was exciting. I made oodles and oodles of new friends. Plus, I danced!
Good times my friends, good times.