Paranoia in B Major

I don't even know if I can express the level of amazingness that was this weekend. While I am pretty much wrecked from the events that made up the best weekend ever, and it has once again solidified that in fact I am way too old for this stuff, I am floating around in a dreamy cloud of awesome. Even a nasty email at 8am from the boss man couldn't plummet this girl back down to earth. I'm just going to hang out in an ethereal state of mind for the next few days, because these moments don't come along often enough and it's possible that another won't show its face for a long time.

I spent years plotting my escape from the small town of Woodland, and my brother-in-law's wedding to his longtime love made me want to hop back into the country life immediately! As the bride and her bridesmaids were enroute to the wedding ceremony, we decided that a little detour at the best watering hole in town was in order. Six girls in their beautiful dresses saddled up to the bar and slammed none other than Coors Light, ya'll! And, of course, a trip to this fabulous bar is never complete without a shot of Starbursts....and with a nice o'le buzz we yeehaw'ed our way out of the bar and back into the limo to get this little lady hitched!

Photo Courtesy of the Sweet Life Photography

The ceremony was in a little white church out in the country. Not only was the ceremony touching and beautiful, we were allowed to drink champagne while sitting in the pews. Now that's my kind of church! Jesus did turn water into wine, so I guess it's perfectly acceptable to have a party foul that may have allegedly resulted in spilt booze on the church floor. I'm not saying it actually happened - but I'm not denying it either.

Not to stray off topic, but I lived across the street from a Catholic church for years. Upon first moving into this house, I noticed that very often when someone drove by the church, they would do the sign of the cross. Now, I am a Catholic myself, so this intrigued me. For years, I spent hours in church making similar signs and enduring the drudgery. So I got to thinking. Why not make church a little more fun? And since alcohol is definitely fun, why not make up a drinking game? AND since I lived in a country town and I am not opposed to a little front porch sittin', it only makes sense to post up on the porch, pour myself a cocktail, and drink every time a car drove by and its passenger made the sign of the cross. You decide...Sacriligous or just plain genius? Perhaps you should not judge. This should probably stay between me and the big man upstairs. (Jesus, not Jay - FYI)

Anyway, back to this wedding. We hopped into the limo and moseyed on out to the reception venue - another breathtakingly beautiful location. The little details and the choice of music made this reception one big, fabulous party. And the party didn't stop when the last of the guests had made their way home. We went back to our favorite bar and painted the town red. I mean we didn't stop until beers were thrown, husbands were kicked out, and the maximum amount of fun was wrung out of the wedding tapestry.

But don't think that the weekend stopped there. Oh no, ma'am. My sister-in-law and I have followed around our favorite band, the Avett Brothers, for years. We first saw them back when tickets were 8 bucks a pop and they played tiny venues. I promptly fell in love with the music and the banjo player, Scott Avett. *Sigh* Mr. Greene loves this band as well and has allowed me to maintain my crush all these years, even flying with me to Everett, Washington to go to a show. Never in a million years did I think I would meet this band anywhere other than in my dreams...But luckily I am married to the man of my dreams, and he made my dreams come true on Sunday night.

We danced the night away to the sweet melodies that only a banjo and some boys from North Carolina can bring, and then went up to our friend's hotel room to continue the party. Mr. Greene discovered that the Avett Brothers were out in front of their tour bus, and piled us into the car and got us over to them. Now let me tell you, I was terrified to get out of the car. I know it's hard to believe, but I am not the world's smoothest talker. And I probably wasn't that night either, but the conversation replaying in my head has me looking like the coolest girl the Avetts ever did meet. That's the way I intend on remembering it and no one is going to tell me differently. I mean, just look at how calm and cool I am handling this chance encounter:

So, in a nutshell, my dreams have come true. The weekend would only have been perfect if I had mad banjo skills, played Scott a tune, amazed him so much that he asked me to come along for the tour and we lived happily ever after. (Sorry, Mr. Greene! I love you!) But I guess some things are meant to stay dreams so we can live with the hope that the possibility of something just as amazing can happen to us yet again.