Quote of the Day:

“I am who I am, I am what I am, I do what I do and I ain’t never gonna do it any different. I don’t care who likes it and who don’t.” –Buck Owens

Let me place a disclaimer right here at the outset. The couple I saw get married this weekend are beautiful people, obviously deeply in love, and I was pleased to be present at the beginning of what will be for them a wonderful life together. And now, on with the post…

TB ain’t one to go around repeatin gossip. So you better be sure and listen close the first time.

I drove three hours Saturday to attend a small wedding ceremony way back in what some people might call “the woods.” The wedding took place on the bride’s grandparents’ farm. It was a beautiful place. Looked something like this (the place and the grandpa)(*ed. note, some photos below are artist reproductions of what was actually witnessed):

Guests to the festive event were welcomed by frat boys in charge of parking. This guy was in charge:

All were then were ushered to a table to sign the guest list and pick up their complimentary bottle of water and to use the communal bug spray. The water was for poring over your head in the 90 degree heat and the bug spray was for minimizing bee stings as hordes of “sweat bees” were on hand. The Bride’s family was simply too polite to turn back gate crashers. Those attending the wedding were dressed in a broad range of attire, from traditional coat and tie to bermuda shorts and flip flops. While some looked ridiculous, others felt so.  But let us not forget that it is better to look mah-ve-lus than to feel mah-ve-lus.

And the Bride and Groom looked just so. With anticipation built to a frenzy amongst the bee swatting congregation, the Bride finally made her appearance, being delivered to her Groom via camouflage golf cart.

Well, I'll be dang

Never seen that before

The ceremony featured traditional prayers, vows and tears and the joyful couple performed brilliantly. An unusual highlight of the service was a congregational hymn, at the conclusion of which your correspondent’s own daughter loudly and aptly exclaimed, “Good Job! I  LIKE that song!”

The couple’s union was then sealed and the congregants were dismissed to a good old fashioned alcohol, music and generally pleasure-free Baptist reception, from whence members of the Groom’s extended family were seen to sensibly depart before even the arrival of the celebrants. All manner of the latest in modern transport were used to transport the well wishers to the party.

The reception feast included a selection of delicacies recommended highly by this guy, from his inspection of the wonders of Sam’s Club:

A bit of miscellany–Musical selections were generally traditional except for the recessional tune which was “Bittersweet Symphony”, a tune TB simultaneously found awesome and damned dubious. When asked about her opinion of the overall event, this guest could only stare blankly at your erstwhile reporter:

The parking area. Yep, there's tractors under that shed, scrap metal too.

A good time was had by all.

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And on a completely unrelated note, except that it happened while driving this weekend, I include for your collective enjoyment, particularly for friend of the blog Calico, a photo of two cool clouds.

Seems obvious to me, but what do you see?