"There are angels in your angles"

"There's a low moon caught in your tangles"

"Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" "I don't know. What do you have in mind?" (because if someone asks you that, they probably already have something in mind for you to do) "Well Jenny is getting married this weekend in North Carolina, and we were wondering in if you wanted to go." "I don't know. I mean, yea, I want to go, but I don't really have gas money to get there." (While at the same time thinking "Who decides on Friday morning to drive from the West Alabama to Central North Carolina for the weekend? Surely not this introvert) "Well what if I told you gas would be covered?" "Well," (no, my room has even more filth that usual and needs to be cleaned, my car needs to be cleaned and has little to no air conditioning, I will miss church on Sunday, I should save what little money I have...) "yea why not. Let me take a nap before I go."

That was my conversation with Grace around 9:30 or so while I was at work. So at 8 that night, I left for Huntsville to pick up Charles, and then to Chapel Hill. The drive there was good. I got to drive through the mountains at sunrise, and the beauty was so magnificent that no picture could do it just. We got there around 9 in the morning, and then preceded to pass out.

The wedding was fantastic. Jenny looked beautiful. Jimmy (the groom) looked slick. I was the only guy not wearing a suit and tie, but I was comfortable. I sure when people look back at the wedding, no one will remember that I was so rude as to not dress up as much.

10264 pictures were taken, 536 dances danced, alcohol consumed in a way that only Episcopalians can do, and enough hugs to make Barney jealous. I think I could use a few more spontaneous activities in my life, although I might need some help with that. Feel free to encourage me. Until then...

"Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today"