Boxes are everywhere. Actually, stuff is everywhere; boxes are piled by the door to be taken away. The good news is that we found a great apartment in Bellevue only a few days after my last writing. The not-so-good news is trying to put our new home back together again is tough when both of us are so incredibly busy following this Sunday's events.
We picked up Samantha's friend Karen from Hickory Hollow mall Saturday morning. We then drove down to Lewisburg to grab a few things from her parents house. Well, it started out to be a trip for a few things, but in the end it was two carloads. Her parents' basement is not as overtaken with our stuff now, although most of it sits around me in boxes or in varying stages of disassembly.
Saturday night we were joined by a few other mutual friends at the Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner. We then made our way down to the Market Street Brewery on 2nd Avenue to catch up on the football scores. A quick polling of the audience landed us at Lonnie's Western Room in Printers Alley. After the house crew belted out a few country ditties, two guys took the stage.
The two nondescript figures were Pete Stacker and David Bickler of the "Real Men of Genius" commercials. If you aren't familiar with them, they are sixty-second spots for Bud Light that pays tribute to an unsung visionary in American culture. That evening's fare featured "Mr. Underwear Inspector Number 12", "Mr. Really Loud Cell Phone Talker Guy" and "Mr. Hair Gel Over-Geller" among others. I also have nine or ten Bud Light key chains.
Sunday was spent picking up chicken and ice and heading over to Warner park. Our families each sent less representation than we had planned on, but overall it was a good crowd. I was happy to see that the folks that went out with us on Saturday still braved the pleasant October afternoon after staying out a few hours after Samantha and I had called it a night.
The actual service part of the event still had the air of a major proclamation. A friend of ours (and Metro Nashville councilman) officiated the wedding. We exchanged vows, rings, a few kisses and moved on to the chicken.
Individuality - 1
Conformity - 0
Too often, a couple will spend months and thousands of dollars to create a moment frozen in time that in reality lasts only about eight minutes. We, on the other hand, threw together a gathering on a shoestring budget and still had that same feeling -- the smiles and sun brightening our faces still resonates three days later.
I would post pictures, but obviously we did not take any. I am sure our relatives will start sharing a couple in the following days.