Just Got Back from Natalie’s Wedding
Emma and I got in the car after work Friday and drove West to Nashville. We stopped in Knoxville to eat, not because we were hungry, but because we had not been able to get through before rush hour. You just can not fight the traffic on I 40 in Knoxville TN and so we had a nice supper at this place I know on the edge of town. We got to Nashville a bit later than I hoped and checked in to the hotel. I actually knew the wedding photographer, from Doerman Photography. I just could not place him really. I had met him at the Hermitage Hotel a couple of years ago. It was not like I knew him, but I recognized him and it bothered me until I remembered where it had been. That must have been my cousin Ed’s wedding, which pretty much lasted about as long as the blossoms on a dogwood tree do. In fact it was a train wreck that every other person could see coming, but the two of them walked right in to it.
The wedding was pretty much the usual. My cousin Martin was the idiot who got drunk and said something offensive about the bride. There is one of those guys almost every time. I got the feeling that he was not wishing the bride and groom great fortune, but I was not interested in knowing why. There were a great abundance of drunken relatives and apparently the groom’s friends were well represented in the inebriated state as well. I am not sure who the old guy who was dancing was, but he was actually not the guy who embarrasses his family. This guy must have been seventy years old and he could really move, not all of it old guy dancing either.