Friends, Jazz Artists Get Married
Last Sunday Michael and I took a little trip to Sutter Creek, CA to witness the public marriage of our friends Michelle and Tim.
Sutter Creek is situated in the Amador Valley a fact that could be overlooked if your friend's name wasn't Michelle Amador.
Leaving the prescribed several hours earlier because we are afraid of unforseen traffic and we crave punctuality, we arrived in Sutter Creek embarrassingly early. (A little aside on this: extreme punctuality is not one of my native traits. Rather, I have been urged into it by many a face like this one:
Punctuality Can Be Fun!
What do you do in a town that is about a blink-of-an-eye-long in the unforseen rain that you are not prepared for (see: strapless dress)?
If you thought gambling, then you thought right! Casinos are fun and harmless!
Sure gambling is fun and harmless, but also depressing, shitty and smoky. Check out how the Shunk struggles to see through tears and clouds of smoke to win dammit!
[Side note: Cameras are not allowed in casinos, so thank your intrepid reporter for this brief display of bravery. However, cameras, digital cameras and camera phones were allowed and recommended at Tim and Michelle's wedding]
Heading back to Sutter Creek, the rain truly began to fall. This was no longer a simple drizzle anymore the rain was coming down in sheets of rain -- quite unusual for September in the Motherlode and quite unecessary for an outdoor wedding. Can you feel the impending drama?
Fun, Though Rain Is Falling Hard, Still Being Had
Killing more time and now sharing a couple breadstick cigarettes --
we discussed the election, I said I thought French Onion soup didn't seem so French, more Wisconsonian what with all the cheese and bread...wait a minute...
Hey, It's Time for the Wedding!
Like I was saying, it was raining like the dickens. The wedding was in danger of getting totally washed out, or of becoming a damp shame! Preparations had already been made to move the thing indoors.
However, as California and its microclimates would have it, the clouds lifted and a big blue sky seemed to drift in over the place and the way was clear for a very beautiful wedding. There they were my friends, getting married.
Here they are eating cake under a threatening sky. Will it rain on their cakey parade?
By now you're probably feeling exactly how I was feeling by the time this picture was snapped -- kinda pale, kind of witchy, and definitely sleepy. Shoo! Don't focus on me, focus on the bride!
And that folks is all I have to report.
Sutter Creek is situated in the Amador Valley a fact that could be overlooked if your friend's name wasn't Michelle Amador.
Leaving the prescribed several hours earlier because we are afraid of unforseen traffic and we crave punctuality, we arrived in Sutter Creek embarrassingly early. (A little aside on this: extreme punctuality is not one of my native traits. Rather, I have been urged into it by many a face like this one:
Punctuality Can Be Fun!
What do you do in a town that is about a blink-of-an-eye-long in the unforseen rain that you are not prepared for (see: strapless dress)?
If you thought gambling, then you thought right! Casinos are fun and harmless!
Sure gambling is fun and harmless, but also depressing, shitty and smoky. Check out how the Shunk struggles to see through tears and clouds of smoke to win dammit!
[Side note: Cameras are not allowed in casinos, so thank your intrepid reporter for this brief display of bravery. However, cameras, digital cameras and camera phones were allowed and recommended at Tim and Michelle's wedding]
Heading back to Sutter Creek, the rain truly began to fall. This was no longer a simple drizzle anymore the rain was coming down in sheets of rain -- quite unusual for September in the Motherlode and quite unecessary for an outdoor wedding. Can you feel the impending drama?
Fun, Though Rain Is Falling Hard, Still Being Had
Killing more time and now sharing a couple breadstick cigarettes --
we discussed the election, I said I thought French Onion soup didn't seem so French, more Wisconsonian what with all the cheese and bread...wait a minute...
Hey, It's Time for the Wedding!
Like I was saying, it was raining like the dickens. The wedding was in danger of getting totally washed out, or of becoming a damp shame! Preparations had already been made to move the thing indoors.
However, as California and its microclimates would have it, the clouds lifted and a big blue sky seemed to drift in over the place and the way was clear for a very beautiful wedding. There they were my friends, getting married.
Here they are eating cake under a threatening sky. Will it rain on their cakey parade?
By now you're probably feeling exactly how I was feeling by the time this picture was snapped -- kinda pale, kind of witchy, and definitely sleepy. Shoo! Don't focus on me, focus on the bride!
And that folks is all I have to report.
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