Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Slow Down After the Hoe-Down

The wedding this past weekend went pretty much as I had expected it to; the groom wore boots and a cowboy hat, the bride rode into the ceremony on a wagon, we dined on roasted pig and danced to country music at the reception.

What I didn’t expect, and I should have, was the cold weather. My hometown is in an alpine valley in the Colorado Rockies, it’s always cold this time of year; you would think that I would know better than to attend the ceremony with nothing more than a light suede jacket but, there you go. I am stupid. Luckily my girlfriends, who share my hometown, are equally stupid. Hey! Misery loves company and, a few hours into the reception, we were rocking the misery.

Well, not enough to leave or anything silly like that, after all, our friend waited thirty-six years to find his perfect mate and we weren’t about to leave the party until the last piece of cake had been eaten, the last dance had been danced, the last of the alcohol had been consumed and our friend and his lovely bride had ridden off into the sunset. All of which we did. Except for the drinking part, that is, I was the designated driver so I didn’t drink.

I did, however, eat five pieces of cake. And, I caught a cold. It was totally worth it, though, to see my girlfriends again.

And, despite my cold, Hugh and I had an enjoyable wedding anniversary. He loved the DVD that I made and his gift to me was a very cool digital photo frame. I present this as further evidence that, after thirteen years you begin to share one brain.

I hope someone warned my friend about that.

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