Ah yes, the cow-pie wedding. You’re intrigued, I can tell. Cayle and Holly from Dolphin Divers got married last Saturday. And we were honored to have been invited! But before we could attend this event, logistics needed to be addressed. First up we needed a babysitter. But even more important to me was – what am I going to wear?! The wedding was in Napa at 5:00pm. But the note in the invitation said to arrive at 4:30 for a leisurely walk to the wedding site (cars available for those who do not wish to walk). Ok. I had questions. I gave Chris the job of calling and finding out exactly what the deal was (i.e. what should I wear?). At this point I’m starting to fret a bit. My closet is severely lacking in potential spring wedding wear. I have several skirts, but no tops to go with them. And what about shoes?Chris finally gets back to me with the specifics: the wedding was not being held in a vineyard as you might assume. It’s in a cow pasture. And the wedding site is on a hill, up a gravel path. And the last pitch of that path is…
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Get a life.
Wow, I’ve been out more evenings in the past week than I have in the past year! Crazy. In the good way. Finally.Last Thursday I met the beautiful Kimerloo for sushi, adding Sharon to the mix at the last minute. (Kim is moving to San Diego next month and I’m none too happy about that, but I’ll save my rant about crop circles and conspiracy theories for another time.) Saturday evening was spent at the lovely Rachel’s. And last night Sharon arraigned a surprise birthday dinner for Karen at Leatherby’s (minds out of the gutter people – it’s an ice cream parlor) and I had a blast. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time. I’m not even mentioning that Karen moved to Virginia last year. Nope. Tonight the Sain’t was supposed to drive up for dinner and then leave for Tahoe in the morning to visit his cousin. That has been postponed to Thursday. But still, the point is that my day-timer runneth over. Or something like that. Tomorrow is Chris and my wedding anniversary. 3 years! And the 3rd year is Leather. WooHoo! Go ahead and enjoy the gutter this time, but I’m thinking shoes. Or a…