Your Town Is Made For People Passing Through
My whirlwind of a weekend is over and I think I need someone to give me the you're no longer eighteen, you're not even twenty-one lecture the next time I plan a twenty-four hour trip out-of-state.
I arrived in Nashville at 10:30 a.m. on Saturday, picked up my rental car. As I was walking out to my car (in the very back corner of the rental lot), it started to snow, really snow. I thought it best to find the church; first, because I have a - reasonable - fear of getting lost and, second, because I didn't want to get snowed in too far from the wedding. The snow began to taper off when I reached the church so, seeing a Subway in the distance, I decided to grab a 2:30 lunch then I headed to Walgreen's since I thought I could probably peruse the aisles for forty-five minutes while I talked on my cell phone.
I arrived at the wedding a half hour early, in time to watch the musicians rehearse. The wedding was nice: simple and classy. The groom was wearing a thrift-store tux and the bride and her matrons (everyone in the bride's party was married) carried lanterns on chains. My favorite part, which will be appreciated by everyone who knows Katy, was the corsages. From the back row I thought they were made of something similar to holly: they were really coffee beans!
The reception was at a friend's house down the road. It was very low-key and crowded, but not claustrophobically so. I milled around for a couple of hours, saw the cutting of the cupcakes and the dance (to Moon River, the only song Audrey Hepburn actually sang in a film.) At this point, I had reached my limit of hanging out with strangers so I left to visit my friends Randall and Amy in Franklin.
I don't really know Randall & Amy that well, mainly due to the fact that I only see them every couple of years, however, they are the sort of people you feel extremely comfortable around probably because they send off a very strong we-like-you-already-so-there's-no-need-to-impress-us vibe. I left when they were starting to fade, but armed with cookies, a CD, and my illusive banjo.
Next, I made my way back to the airport but made a pit-stop at McDonald's since it was the only fast food franchise that seemed open. Not to brag, but this was actually an extremely good move on my part because there was no one at any of the ticket counters to check in with which meant no food, no coffee, no nothing. I circled the external (and closed) food areas, politely declined to join in a card came with the college guys whose flight to Pittsburgh had been canceled, and found a corner behind the bolted rocking chairs near the vending machine room by an electrical outlet where I choose to camp out for the night (and please don't tell my mother!)
So I heated up my frigid hamburger in the vending room's microwave and proceeded to watch Garden State and The Cinderella Story. Both were funny, sweet, and very accessible in extreme fatigue. When Cinderella was over, it was time to check in. (Here is where I give US Airways extremely kudos because they were so nice to me about my banjo. Both flights put it into the captain's wardrobe to keep it safe without me having to beg - even though you are only technically allowed one carry-on bag.)
I fell asleep on the first flight before we took off and woke up when they announced - very loudly - that we could now take off our seatbelts and move about the cabin. Then I feel asleep again. Then there was the four hour layover in Charlotte caused by a delay in D.C. Then I arrived at RDU, was picked up by a friend, napped in their guest room, got jumped on by a three-year-old (once I was awake), drove home, fell asleep at nine, woke up at ten (a.m.), and now I am writing this though feeling quite out of it due to the lack & abundance of sleep.
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