B’s wedding was lovely. And the bouquet is mine, with only minimal stiff arming of other people. I’m always intrigued by unique weddings. At B’s they had a jumpy house for the kids (and later, the adults) shaped like a Hummer, a vote for the ugliest wedding dress from a selection of catalog dresses B’s coworkers collected, an embarrassing Powerpoint presentation of the couple growing up (“B, the First 30+ Years”), and Meyer Spruce wedding favors. The note on the little tree said:
We even got planting suggestions on the back. The big house in the Santa Cruz mountains is much further along than when I saw it two years ago. Maybe by the time the two of them have college-aged children, it will be finished. Hey, it’s always important to think positively.
In other fascinating news, C quit her job at Intel and is moving to Vegas with her husband to take a marketing position at Harrah’s. That’s it, she’s just up and leaving, the barn, high tech, and California. I asked her if she’d be on at 8 p.m. Tuesdays with a big pink feather on her head but she said it’s a different kind of marketing job. Congrats C, that is amazing and inspiring, and good luck to you in sparkling Las Vegas. I hope you find a good place to ride horses, and we’ll be sure to come and visit when the Budweiser Grand Prix comes to town.
