Snack Hell, The Sea of Humanity...and other wedding weekend stories: Part III

Spa Hell! That's what Friday was, if you can imagine it. I think if I had actually been to a spa, it would have been different. As it was, Friday was hectic. The day started off dropping off gift bags at the various hotels where our guests were staying. This went pretty smoothly, except that the guy at the Hampton Inn JFK looked at me like I had two heads when I brought in the gift bags. It made me worry that maybe not everyone would be getting one, but oh well. There were vending machines in the lobby. After this task, my dad and I drove to JFK Airport to the Avis rental place so that I could be added to the rental car contract. Navigating JFK is just horrible. It is a horrible, horrible way to start off your day, and I wouldn't recommend it.
Then, we drove into Hewlett for my nail appointment. Because I was going to the mikvah later that afternoon, I couldn't have nail polish put on yet, so I just had a regular manicure and pedicure. After that, I drove back to Garden City, dropped my dad off, picked my mom up, and headed to Woodmere for the Mikvah. My mom had no idea what this ritual was all about, so I tried to explain as best I could without overdoing it. See, she had already had quite a bit of culture shock up to this point with the orthodox jewish wedding and all, so I didn't want to push it. The mikvah visit was completed fairly quickly, and we were on to the next appointment, but not before driving back to Garden City to drop my mom off. I then drove back to Hewlett for the polish application at the nail salon, and finally back to Garden City where I collapsed into a coma at 8:30 pm. I had been in the car the entire day on Friday, and it was not a good thing.