The Gus Stop: Motor City Part I

Our little alarm clock went off at 5:00 am on Saturday morning, wanting to be fed. After Mom fed the little man, he took a short nap with Dad. After a little while, I could feel somebody's eyes on me -- and I opened one eye to see the Gus Man staring me down -- time to get up Dad. Ok.

I threw on some clothes, put Gus in the Bjorn and headed out in search of coffee. As I told Guster, gas makes the car go. Gus was great as we explored the hotel and a bit of the airport (I remembered seeing a Caribou near baggage claim the night before). Gus was quite pleased that the Westin made use of many mirrors as a part of its hallway decor. We stopped in front of each of them, and Gus greeted the baby looking back at him with an excited shriek. After about an hour of wandering, we decided to rouse the Mamma and get some breakfast.

Before too long it was time to get dressed and ready for the wedding. Dudded up, we all headed downstairs to the ballroom where the ceremony was being held. It was really fun to see many people that we had not seen since we left Chicago. One of the familiar faces was Riccardo and Ilana's not-so-little girl, Arianna. Born just a few weeks after Ella (who has also made an appearance on this blog), she is now a 18 months old. In between multiple escalator rides with her dad, and taking a nap with her mom, Arianna would point at Gus, and exclaim, "baby!" Fun stuff.

The ceremony, which was conducted largely in sanskrit, was beautiful. Gus, having witnessed his very first wedding, was overcome with emotion, and needed to retire upstairs for a nap. Refreshed after a brief disco nap, Gus headed downstairs for cocktail hour and the reception. At the reception, Gus broke from tradition, and ate before anybody else (including the wedding party). Much to Gus' relief, peas were in the past, and bananas were next on the food list. Gus sat in a high chair for the first time, and enjoyed a meal of mushy bananas.

Unfortunately for Gus, he had to call it a night before the dancing started (he was looking forward to showing everybody the booty dance in person). Gus and Dad went upstairs and called it a night.