About Me
- Tribble
- I've passed the threshold of my third decade and am pushing through with little or no interruption. I'm a designer at a paper in Northern California - formerly of North Carolina, but always Texan by birth. I have a beautiful wife, Sarah and a cat named Bob.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Big Rock, Little Rock...
Flight to Little Rock. Check. Room at the Hampton Inn. Check. Mini-fridge full of Shiner Bock and Miller Light. Check. Friends from Charlotte in suite across the hall. Check. No Rain until after the ceremony. Priceless.
Well, Luke got hitched in Little Rock this weekend to a wonderfully beautiful and well-suited mate, Allison. A beautiful time in an interesting place. Sunday the newly weds headed to Aruba and the wife and I headed back to California. It went fast, but the weekend was unforgettable.
The big highlight of the trip? Easy. Luke's face all lit up when he was repeating his vows. But his wonderment was followed closely by the ceremony's awesome finale. As soon as the pastor announced the new couple, James Brown's "I Feel Good" blared from the speakers and the excited couple danced down the aisle with a joy reserved for such occasions. The attendants were brought to their feet with a roar of applause usually reserved for a bottom-of-the-ninth, two-out, tie-breaking home run. Exceptionally entertaining.
Other highlights? The rental car: a brand-spanking-new, red Ford Expedition quickly nicknamed "Clifford the Big Red Dog." I parallel parked the mother on the first try. The six of us quickly nicknamed "The Charlotte Six" rode through the burbs of Little Rock in high style. Another favorite? Our theme song, which we sketched out during many trips from the downtown bars to the hotel: "Little Rock, Little Rock of Horrors" (Of course, to the tune of "Little Shop of Horrors"). There was also the Saturday afternoon screamfest to Boston's "Feel Like Making Love."
And really, love's all the weekend was really about.
Well, Luke got hitched in Little Rock this weekend to a wonderfully beautiful and well-suited mate, Allison. A beautiful time in an interesting place. Sunday the newly weds headed to Aruba and the wife and I headed back to California. It went fast, but the weekend was unforgettable.
The big highlight of the trip? Easy. Luke's face all lit up when he was repeating his vows. But his wonderment was followed closely by the ceremony's awesome finale. As soon as the pastor announced the new couple, James Brown's "I Feel Good" blared from the speakers and the excited couple danced down the aisle with a joy reserved for such occasions. The attendants were brought to their feet with a roar of applause usually reserved for a bottom-of-the-ninth, two-out, tie-breaking home run. Exceptionally entertaining.
Other highlights? The rental car: a brand-spanking-new, red Ford Expedition quickly nicknamed "Clifford the Big Red Dog." I parallel parked the mother on the first try. The six of us quickly nicknamed "The Charlotte Six" rode through the burbs of Little Rock in high style. Another favorite? Our theme song, which we sketched out during many trips from the downtown bars to the hotel: "Little Rock, Little Rock of Horrors" (Of course, to the tune of "Little Shop of Horrors"). There was also the Saturday afternoon screamfest to Boston's "Feel Like Making Love."
And really, love's all the weekend was really about.
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