Went to a really lovely quaint wedding last night.
I just wish they’d improve wedding food. Like I can’t remember the last time I went to a wedding and thought, “man, the food was great!” Even at fancy motels. The food is always found wanting. This was no fancy hotel, but still, wedding food is always dry. Is this law somewhere? That wedding food always has to be dry. I didn’t have the salad, because of my beef with vegetables, but The Kid said it was dry.
This was The Wife’s cousin wedding. Married a really solid guy. Everybody in the family likes him. I wish ‘em nothing but the best.
The wedding began at around seven at this country club up the road, so the sun was going down. Behind this Antebellum looking house was this golf course. Kind of tells you of the money we’re talking here.
So it was around golden hour. The bride and groom were married on the porch. The preacher gave a nice, “speech” before the nuptials. Again, with it happening during the golden hour, the pictures are going to look fantastic. Can’t wait.
The only thing was it took awhile for the oven to cool down. This is Central Texas in August, so we’ve been hitting triple digits. And this was an outside wedding. It didn’t really begin to cool off until the wedding ended around eleven-thirty. A nice breeze arrived fashionably late around eleven-thirty, but by that time, the wedding was winding down. Since it a Hispanic wedding, or is it, Latino, now, I forget, they had a really good *Tres Leches* cake.
Someday, I’ll have to tell the story about my wedding. Let’s just say, for now, a part of my wedding resembled going to Akbar in *Lawerence of Arabia*. Good times, good times.
Before that, the rest of the day was pretty lazy. Which, The Wife said we needed. I watched a couple of episodes of *Letterkenny*. I had seen the cold opening and almost lost it -- it was so funny. So I gave it a shot, but four episodes in, it's not living up to its promise.
Other than that, nothing really huge happened.