Wedding #14: Amy and Daniel + Austin, Texas + A trip made with ZERO children = A VERY FUN WEEKEND!
A little history ... I LOVE my Amy T ... now Amy K. Still not happy with the fact that she ditched toasty AZ for the rolling hills of Austin but give me a few more years and I might just forgive her. We met at Scottsdale Bible. We created a group called "Singles at Six" (do I hear snickering? What, you don't like the name?) We traveled to Ireland together and we both have an "iffy" relationship with milk products. Trust me, only true friends can tough out a lactose intolerant episode!
The rehearsal. I was late. Why, you might ask? When I had nothing else to do on Friday except shower (and I forgot to do that) and be at the church by 4:45pm? Well, as a helpful travel tip, you probably shouldn't go to the city you've never been to, have your husband drop you off at
Anthropologie and tell him to pick you up in 3 hours when you LOST YOUR CELL PHONE and have no way of contacting any friendly life form with a Texas area code!
Good thing I've done this part a few times. And on wedding #14, I got bumped up to bridesmaid with an additional role ... SCRIPTURE reader. From Song of Solomon, no less.
Rrrrrrrr! That's right folks. Good thing I decided to write down a copy instead of the ad-libbing I was considering.
Rehearsal. Done. Next up ... BARBECUE!
Two of my most favorite people in the world ... Tom and Kathy ... Amy's parents.
Me ... becoming ONE with my inner-Texan.
Shiner Bock beer and a beef rib so big you might just believe it came from a Texas cow!
Did I mention it was ALL YOU COULD EAT?
Some people decided to cast judgment on the amount of beef that was entering my body ... no worries ... I wore my
Spanx under the dress ... it hide all the indulgences from the night before.
The big day. The "I-
Do's" and ...
Mr. and Mrs.
Ben and Christian ... during their brief stay at the reception. Christian was playing in the Rock and Roll Marathon on Sunday and had to catch a flight back to
Az. Ben, offered to be his chauffeur. Worked out great for me ... I got 2 pieces of delicious wedding cake!
The longer married Mr. and Mrs.
The happy, blurry couple!
I have to say, the real fun started when we arrived at the airport for the trek home. Can we say, MARY KAY convention. Scottsdale,
Az. On our flight. Fifty of Mary's finest. It just doesn't get anymore Texas than that. If I only had thought to take video!
Congrats, Amy and Daniel!
I just want to take a moment to point out that when I fell in love with Ben, he did not love cars. He golfed ... a lot ... and he might have actually thought watching cars go around and around for four hours was pointless. A bit silly. Not worth his time. But oh, how life can change in just a few short years. Almost six to be exact.
In those six years, he has "expanded" his horizons. And being ever so thoughtful, has introduced our children the wonderful world of racing. You see that Daytona shirt How is wearing? Ben bought that for him on a trip to Florida. He just popped by the race track while he was in town. There weren't any cars there. No action. He just wanted to see it. I don't know about you but when one stops by a sporting facility, consisting of grandstands and a lot of cement ... when there isn't a race ... that screams the need for serious INTERVENTION.
And what, might I add, comes over my children when they partake in viewing this sport? Hats go on backwards ... grunting begins to eek out of their souls ...
They rewind the crashes. Analyze the driver's skills. Take their own race cars and create mock crash scenes.
And when I found myself, last night, sitting next to Ben, watching the Speed Channel ... as a man in a horrible dirt colored shirt recapped the greatest moments in Daytona history ...
I quickly bolted for our bedroom. Turned on HGTV and cursed the power of the suped up car. It sucked me in for a moment ... but I promise ... I will prevail!!
