This past weekend was a doozy.
After a slight change in plans allowed me to attend our darling pal Caitlin’s going away party at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro (go rock the West Coast, sugar!), Peej, Nora and I left for Indiana eaaaaaarly Saturday morning.
I’m pretty sure I’m a part time Indiana resident at this point.
We headed to Bloomington for the wedding of Natalie and Dave- she of my Pilates-classes-gettin’-me-back-into-jeans-without-elastic fame. Also, Peej’s high school friend. But I’ve commandeered her.
Their wedding took place at the State Forest, overlooking a gorgeous dropoff full of foresty goodness. (Nora was surprisingly good during the service, although she did start singing to herself during the vows.)
The reception was at the Museum of Art- kinda the most wundy place to have a party, ever, but also a locale where I was terribly afeared for my daughter’s tendency to grab/poke/Frisbee things.
She enjoyed an exceptional cocktail hour supper of canapes, cheese truffles, and some sort of rad sweet pea gazpacho. You know, typical baby food.
THEN we handed her off to P.J.’s folks- who had driven in from Cincy for some solo Nora Jane time- and they took her back to the hotel to give her lollipops and ponies. (I don’t know what grandparents do, but she’s always really stoked after spending time with any of the four of them.)
Seriously, the wedding- and the bride- was stunning. She’s the kind of gal whom you look at and say- I could be like that someday.
If I learned how to really do my hair.
And wear better clothes.
And acquire a completely different metabolism.
Some other notable moments on the [10 hour total time in the car over 29 hours] trip: the extremely mellow group of collegiate kids outside of the Art Museum…on their backs, feet up against the wall, enjoying the atmosphere. Out of their gourds on some sort of substance rarely found in nature.
Or the ladies who informed me on Sunday morning that Nora had been the prettiest girl at the previous night’s event…and when I later found out they had attended the hotel’s other wedding.
Or the colossal tip the Waffle House staff got after our darling girl tornadoed the facility with waffles, bacon, tomatoes and grits. (She eats everything.)
Or the Mulch Castle on the side of the road in Indiana. Seriously, a castle with turrets and everything, with each spire full of a different kind of mulch. Stuff dreams are made of. At least mine. Minus the mulch. I don’t dream of mulch. But I like reimagining castles.
Happy Monday, everyone. Hope the week is lovely- enjoy nature and the last few weeks of summer.
Find a building and lean upside down against it.
Mood-enhancer optional.
Nora prefers grits.
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