We spent the Friday afternoon through early Sunday morning in
Atlanta, Georgia at my cousin's
wedding. I had been asked to
read during his
wedding, so we did the
rehersal, rehersal dinner,
wedding, and
reception. I am not that typically
social and find
long strung out
events where I have to speak with people I don't
know difficult, but for
family, I guess you just suck it up and
deal with it.
By the way, on a side note, during the wedding reception dinner, I
saw a tradition I was unfamiliar with. While we were eating, some
of the guests would begin to tap their glasses with silverware and
the bride and groom seemed to be compelled to kiss. Now, it is probably
just my cock-eyed way of looking at things, but I don't think having
the guests of honor act like trained monkeys and kiss on command is
really that great of a tradition. I come down firmly on the side
of seeing this tradition disappear.
The only downside to the weekend is that we had to be back early on
Sunday, because of our participation in an event at our church.
This required that we get up well before dawn to make the three
and a half hour drive back to Columbia. Since we were committed
to being at church until about 12:30 in the afternoon, we opted to
go and collect Sophie, our five month old Maine Coon kitten (
picture available on my homenode) from
my wife's folks on the way in, rather than spend another two hours
driving in the afternoon, and cutting into our nap time.
The path we took to my in-laws cut into rural South Carolina about
the time the sun was coming up. Some of the images that greet
you on a back road in South Carolina are:
The whole drive made me realized that a simple drive in a rural county
in my home state can provide me with noding material for a week.