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Day 3,
Friday September 21st
It's one day before the big day. Bill went for his usual morning run, and I stayed in bed for my usual longer relaxing. Spent most of the morning visiting and looking at old pictures. Except for a small quip in the daily plans (which have since been rectified, and I'm not supposed to talk about), the day was pretty uneventful. Mike's sister, husband and two kids popped over for lunch.
After lunch, Bill and I headed back to LAX to pick up Ashley and Ethan. Their flight was on time, and Bill dropped me at the arrivals while he drove around until we were ready. Mike had warned us that the traffic back to Victorville would be really bad. Not only was it rush hour, but it was a Friday and the freeway would be full of people heading to Vegas for the weekend. His suggestion was to stop off and eat some where until the traffic thinned out a bit. So that was our idea. There was one small problem, where to eat. We had decided on Mexican food, and we decided we didn't want fast food. That's where the GPS once again became our guide. The first two restaurants didn't appeal to us for different reasons. Finally I found a restaurant. It met our criteria: it wasn't fast food, the area seemed safe, and there were cars in the parking lot. After we left the restaurant, we proceeded on our way back to Mike and Lora's. Our intention was to find the freeway, but the GPS had other plans for us. We took the scenic route, and it wasn't until we hit Ontario, California, that we had anything exciting happen. We passed a couple of hand made signs written in Spanish that basically translated to "detained". Turns out there was a check stop. I can't believe I had to come all the way to California to go through a check stop. The stopped us and asked to see Bill's driver's license. Then the officer asked Bill where he was living this EXACT moment. Without missing a beat, Bill said "Canada". That seemed to be the correct answer and we were sent on our way. I guess it wasn't a check stop for illegal substances, but more a check stop for illegal aliens. We finally stumbled upon the freeway and headed back to Victorville.
The rehearsal dinner party was still going on over at Linda and Ryan's so we made a pit stop over there. There were still a few stragglers left including Uncle Wayne. In the words of uncle Wayne, every family has one of those Uncles and uncle Wayne is the Clover's. He is a gold smith, and told me he could make me a key pendant to fit in my ring with the key hole. If I provide the gold it will only cost me the shipping. Another long distance venture. More about uncle Wayne at the wedding. We spent about an hour at the party, and listened to some of the bridal party do karaoke. Usually I would have been first in line, but the heat and stress of the day had me jealously just sitting back and watching. Shortly after the singing started, we then headed back to hotel Kwan for some much needed sleep.
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