I would like to begin this post by sending out a warm congratulation to Lindsay and Marc Searcy. Our friends, recently married on July 16th, 2005, are now enjoying the fabulousness of Puerto Rico on their honeymoon. Congratulations, you two, and I pray you have a long and wonderful life together.
The wedding took place in Owensboro, Kentucky. Owensboro is an awesome little town situated in northwestern Kentucky with great food and great cows. If you are curious about it, you can find out more at their website and then possibly buy something at their gift shop. Getting there is a piece of cake from Cincinnati. Or so Alex and I thought (and we were right).
Alex and I did not take the route that was a piece of cake. Instead, we listened to our girlfriends who told us Mapquest and Google were wrong and they gave us a route to take. Now, we should have known better. This coming from the gals who, while celebrating Lindsay’s last days of bachlorettehood, got lost more than a few times on the back roads of the state where education pays. (We don’t know what it pays, but that’s what all the license plates say.)
Instead of explaining to you why it took us more than a hundred extra miles and two hours late getting there, here is a map (courtesy of Google Maps). Instead of following the recommended blue line from the green mark to the red mark, we took the red route given to us by our significant others and their cohorts.
Needless to say, it took us a little too far south and even a little too far west.
Once we got there, however, the wedding was awesome. The best part (besides two people eternally bonding themselves together) was getting to see everyone from Xavier. Even Rachel Longest, just back from Micronesia, and Todd Guidry, in from New Orleans, whom I haven’t seen for two years, both made it.
And I now love Kentucky receptions. Everything was just simple and good. There was a nice hors d’oeuvres buffet with great little eat’ns. The DJ wasn’t fancy, but played really good music and kept everyone going the whole time. And instead of some fancy expensive bar, they had a handful of pump kegs and box wine in a side room. Plus, the families were great and needed nothing more than to know you were Lindsay or Marc’s friend to strike up a conversation. As a guy who doesn’t understand most weddings, I digged the whole affair.
Good friends, good food, good weekend. Congratulations, again, Lindsay and Marc.