For the last sixth months, there has been one date that has guided the stars and tides and, well, yearnings for New Jersey and Montana and wedding dresses held up in China. Finally, after a semester of weekend trips and hours of conversations, Jayme and Tim won’t have to say goodbye again. Congrats and best wishes to the lovely couple! (Now that I’ve tried out your new couch, I may have to use it.)
While the two of you may think that the weekend was about you, let me note that the 20+ hours spent in the car and airport offered different evidence. I, for one, learned many things.
- Montana really has more than 15 people. Really. Kelly just had a baby, remember?
- No matter where I go, I will find friends in love with country music.
- Said friends will determine to change my NE inborn intolerance for the twange. And they MAY succeed. (Just the other day I was almost inspired to write a song about a dying dog.)
- Leave the steaming of the wedding dress to professionals.
- You shouldn’t drive a bus to go skiing, especially when there are no guardrails. Especially when it’s just snowed.
- When “you know,” you know. If you’re Tylar and Christie. If not, well, then you may know, or you may think you know, but you’ll only know if you don’t know when it’s too late to know...
- Virgins trim their wicks, with a capital “W,” and that’s all that means. Right, Mrs. K.?
- Even chemistry professors stand unwilling to verify the big bang theory.
It was an educational weekend, indeed, and hopefully it won't be too long until I'm able to visit the Rockies again (armed with a guitar and a love song).
