A few hours ago B called me from his air travels - he was sitting in first class seats, reading a golf magazine, and about to fly to his 3 day bachelor extravaganza in the Carolinas. I'm pretty sure that it's not possible for him to be any happier than that. Maybe if he had a scotch in his hand. (He got the first class upgrades thanks to Z's hubby who is flying with him and has millions of airline miles)
He and five of his friends are spending a lovely bachelor vacation on the beaches of the Carolinas (I have no idea where), in a rented house, on a island. There will also be lots and lots of golf involved. Not too shabby!
I'll be spending all night on Friday and most of the day Saturday catching up on wedding stuff - we're woefully behind right now, but I know I can get a lot done this weekend. And as B's sister pointed out today, there are only 51 days left!