Saturday morning, H and I participated in our walk to raise awareness of ovarian cancer and to raise money for research. It was amazing to see so many people there, and all the t-shirts and signs with the pictures and names of lost loved ones were really touching. There were also so many survivors there and women currently battling ovarian cancer. I may or may not have cried a little bit. And I may or may not have seen a woman light up her cigarette while standing next to a woman who was obviously currently undergoing chemo, who gave the smoker a dirty look before moving a good distance away from her.* The survival rate five years after diagnosis for women with ovarian cancer is only 53 percent. One of the key problems is that ovarian cancer often goes diagnosed until it is already in the late stages. Symptoms of ovarian cancer and more information can be found here.
*It's ok if you smoke, but in front of everyone else at an anti-cancer walk is probably not the best place for it.
Saturday afternoon, H and I attended a wedding. To be honest, I was hoping that the bride would have a super bridezilla freakout in front of everyone. The bride has been kind of rude when I have met her before and was rude at my wedding to H.
H and I actually had a nice time. We sat at a table with an aunt and uncle of H's that neither of us knew very well, and they are really fun people. One of their daughters is ranked in the top five in the United States in a certain sport and is hoping to go to the Olympics in 2012. The aunt and uncle also have a lake house that they offered us free use of whenever they aren't there. So despite no public bridezilla freakouts, the wedding was a definite success!
The one embarassing moment: I figured that since the whole point of the wedding was for the bride to show off how much better and richer she is than everyone else (her words, not mine) that there would be an open bar. So H and I went to the bar, and I ordered a glass of pinot grigio. The bartended uncorked a bottle and as he was about to start pouring said, "That will be six dollars." H and I had exactly one dollar in cash. So in slow motion, I said, "Noooooooooooooooo" as the first drop of wine was about to pour into the glass. Just in time, the bartender turned the bottle upright, and I ordered a water instead.