So, my nephew James- freshly minted graduate of NYU Tisch School of the Arts – and his beloved Emily got married last weekend.
I did a thing. Like the Hamiltrash I am.
I made the mistake of looking directly into their eyes when I began the toast, and teared up INSTANTLY. So I’m powering through that.
Oh, and I refer to a student-written production James was in where there was a bizarre song called “War and Pancakes”. It’s…..disturbingly catchy.
It was a hell of an adventure to get there; the night before we were to fly – Thursday – I had nerve jolts from 11 pm-3 am. Screaming nerve jolts in my back and leg. There was no way I could sit to fly. I couldn’t sit for 10 minutes without yelping and jolting. But there was also no way I was going to miss that wedding. I worked for six months to NOT miss another big event in James’ life. I worked all day to get my symptoms under control with my medical marijuana and every stretch I could do without making it worse, and we left for the rehearsal dinner at 1 am Friday, me with a big bedtime dose of mmj, a half a muscle relaxer, reclining seat and cozy pillows. I slept almost the entire time.
A few breaks for power naps when the Memorial Day traffic worsened below DC, and we got there in time for a shower, more power naps, and then to this dinner. I gotta tell you, I was so happy we made it, and learned I can travel again.
The look on James’ face when I walked in, y’all….worth every jolt.
So here ya go, Ham4Jam. Thanks for the inspiration @linmanuel ❤
Aw Yiss 