Yahsureyoubetcha.
I had a different weekend.
A bud (a consultant that I got to know through the SOX stuff over the last several years) from Australia... Got married over in Spokane. He invited me to the wedding. We’ve become pretty good friends over the years. He’s a good frood and he definitely knows where his towel is.
So yesterday I hit the road for Spokane. Its about four hours of road time. It was a good drive. Washington is a beautiful place to drive across. There’s a little bit of everything. Some real honest mountains, some desert, some canyons, some rolling farmland, some high elevation pine forest, some red rocks, some blue rocks... A great drive.
The wedding was a hoot. A serious hoot. The Bride’s side was mostly farmer folk, and Cougs from Wazzu. The Groom’s side was mostly flown in from Melbourne and Brisbane. Buncha drunken Australians and a buncha drunken rednecks. Most definitely my sort of people. :-).
It was seriously nuts.
It was not a particularly religious ceremony. But for them... It fit. In keeping with the tone of the event, the “minister” was a girl who was one of the brides’ best friends. She got her canonization on the Internet. Legal and everything. Really. No kidding. She did an amazingly professional job if it. Her name was Alex and she was exceptionally cute. She and I got along real well. I would join her church in a heartbeat.
We stayed at The Davenport in Spokane. The Davenport is a local landmark there. Built in the 1880s... Remodeled just a few years ago... It’s gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Marble everywhere and doormen in groovy suits and top hats.
The happy couple left the wedding in a 1933 Packard limosine. The kind with an enclosed compartment in the back but with an exposed driver space in front. Neat.
Fun was had by all. And my weekend was different. Gotta love it.
Sounds fun! It does sound like a fun crowd. :~)
I do have a lot of memories in Eastern Washington land, but I like it best on this side. But there’s some places over there I’d like to show ecurbh sometime. :~)
We had a different kind of group at the bar we just went to. We went to El Sarape for dinner and a couple pints after the big garage sale weekend. It was the kind of thing, that sitting there, I was thinking of the story I’d tell when I got back... It would start “so... there was a group of drunk Mexicans, and a bunch of drunk bikers in a bar and only one juke box and...”
Oh - here’s a funny thing. We went out to take our garage sale signs down this afternoon. We had used those two dead flat panel monitors as sign stands right at the turn here into the store. Someone stole them. :~)