The Flu and What Preceded It (Or: A Wedding, A Jazz Potluck, And The Flu That Came After)
I had a great active weekend last week, a wedding on Saturday for two people I love dearly, and the reception afterwards, which all took place in a field. A friend who saw the photos described it as the perfect mix of elegant and homespun, which I think is fairly accurate. The wedding location belonged to a friend of the groom, and although it wasn’t really far in miles, it was in a somewhat rural location, and I got lost on the way, partly due to my inattention, partly due to the directions I had printed from an on-line map service. Thanks on-line map people. Either way, I ended up running across the field after the first of the wedding party had already walked up the “aisle.” Thank God I don’t wear heels! I’m sure I was a comical figure as it was.
The wedding was lovely and short, and after the vows I tagged along with the wedding photographer and shot some photos of my own. I would never want to be a wedding photographer. They work really hard. But it’s fun to just take candids, and capture some of the funny/weird other moments.
The Bride Has Secrets
The Wedding Photographer
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay too late at the party, because I had plans for Sunday morning in Goodale Park. My friend Randy Mather was playing with a Jim Maneri led group, and Randy’s wife Susan planned that day as our annual Friends and Family Potluck in the Park. Uusally the Parks sponsor Summer music in the park gigs, but with the economy being what it is, they decided they couldn’t do that this year. However, a private sponsor has provided for a few of them this summer, and this was one of them. Thanks Alexandra Kelley! The music was great, the band played from Joe Diamond’s songbook once again. The food, company, and scenery were stunning, as usual. I swear the lilypads in Goodale Park are eventually going to take over the city.
Susan's Mozzarella, Tomato, and Basil Salad
Lillypads
The Band
I went to work Sunday night, worked Monday and Wednesday. By Wednesday night I could feel it coming… The stopped up ears, the burning thoat and chest, the sniffles. Although I thought it had hit full strength on Thursday, Friday was even worse. The light-headedness, the inability to sleep without Nyquil, all the other miseries. The only thing keeping me from thinking the worst (swine flu???) was the lack of a temperature. That is the difference, ISN’T it? If I never post here again, you will know I was wrong.
