Lost Bags
To start with big shout out to EA for watching Marla this weekend. She loves her nanny.
The Wife and I returned from New England last night and our bag got here this morning at 5:30. Sweet, I know. Traveling was less then pleasant. We had a layover in Detroit on our way to New Hampshire (An effort to save money, never again) Almost as soon as getting on the plane we had to et off because the main strut of the landing gear was leaking hydraulic fluid. I am not an expert, but I know enough about the family biz to know this is bad.
Sidenote, my dad is an aeronautical engineer who designs jet engines creating an unnatural fear of flight. Not for the usual reasons of being mystified by the technology, but instead my paranoia is created by an all too intimate knowledge of the science of fluid dynamics that comes from learning Bernoulli's equation when eight years old. ((Also, talk about the irony ("Irony" in the Alanis Morrisette way, not the Shakespearean way) of RERIII dying in fiery crash caused by a design flaw in one of RERII's engine.))
The end result being what was suppose to be an hour layover turned into a four hour delay. Turning a scenic drive through the White Mountains during the waning light of the afternoon. Turned into a white knuckle torture with a rental car whose brakes were not working very well. You're starting to get the idea. The flight back was uneventful, until we got back to Midway and our suitcase wasn't there. Lending itself to my yelling at a customer service rep at 2am. Good times.
I think there were some other travel badness. I am sure most of us have experienced the early morning hungover drive when your co-pilot passes out and you are left driving while punching your leg to stay awake. I mention all of this not to disparage the long travel, but to say that even these events couldn't take away how good of a time we had at the wedding.
The wedding occurred in Paris Hill, Maine we stayed nearby in Bethel, Maine at the cutest little B&B run by a couple, the husband who was English had a delightful accent. Saturday saw Sarah and I on bikes riding through New England. The bike riding stopped a little short because the bikes the B&B provided did not include brakes for me. (A disturbing trend). Anyhow, after a morning bike ride we walked around the quaint village looking in shops having a light lunch. All very idyllic.
The wedding itself was held in a church that probably was around during the Revolutionary war. The after the ceremony all the guests got on the steps for a group picture with the bride and groom. Then we all walked over to the reception following a bagpiper (I love bagpipes, to the point I will listen to bagpipes at 8am driving to tourneys) to the brides home. There was a tent, a gorgeous view and a beer boat. (The beer boat is an old row boat filled with ice and beer, and possibly the greatest invention ever).
All in all the reception was gorgeous with amazing views and good times. Got to seem some of Sarah's college friends. The usual circle of men occurred where an over/under was set on when the first person would fall down the hill. (The home sits on top of a very steep hill so even ground came at a premium, to the point the dance floor had a 20 degree incline, didn't stop the Wife and I from droppin' it like it's hot). The under paid off. There were alot of high points, including the soon to be Chief of Pediatrics at a certain university hospital doing the running man or rodger rabbit, not sure which! Dancing with the Wife. Good cake. You get the idea. Hopefully, the Wife will post photos later.
The Wife and I returned from New England last night and our bag got here this morning at 5:30. Sweet, I know. Traveling was less then pleasant. We had a layover in Detroit on our way to New Hampshire (An effort to save money, never again) Almost as soon as getting on the plane we had to et off because the main strut of the landing gear was leaking hydraulic fluid. I am not an expert, but I know enough about the family biz to know this is bad.
Sidenote, my dad is an aeronautical engineer who designs jet engines creating an unnatural fear of flight. Not for the usual reasons of being mystified by the technology, but instead my paranoia is created by an all too intimate knowledge of the science of fluid dynamics that comes from learning Bernoulli's equation when eight years old. ((Also, talk about the irony ("Irony" in the Alanis Morrisette way, not the Shakespearean way) of RERIII dying in fiery crash caused by a design flaw in one of RERII's engine.))
The end result being what was suppose to be an hour layover turned into a four hour delay. Turning a scenic drive through the White Mountains during the waning light of the afternoon. Turned into a white knuckle torture with a rental car whose brakes were not working very well. You're starting to get the idea. The flight back was uneventful, until we got back to Midway and our suitcase wasn't there. Lending itself to my yelling at a customer service rep at 2am. Good times.
I think there were some other travel badness. I am sure most of us have experienced the early morning hungover drive when your co-pilot passes out and you are left driving while punching your leg to stay awake. I mention all of this not to disparage the long travel, but to say that even these events couldn't take away how good of a time we had at the wedding.
The wedding occurred in Paris Hill, Maine we stayed nearby in Bethel, Maine at the cutest little B&B run by a couple, the husband who was English had a delightful accent. Saturday saw Sarah and I on bikes riding through New England. The bike riding stopped a little short because the bikes the B&B provided did not include brakes for me. (A disturbing trend). Anyhow, after a morning bike ride we walked around the quaint village looking in shops having a light lunch. All very idyllic.
The wedding itself was held in a church that probably was around during the Revolutionary war. The after the ceremony all the guests got on the steps for a group picture with the bride and groom. Then we all walked over to the reception following a bagpiper (I love bagpipes, to the point I will listen to bagpipes at 8am driving to tourneys) to the brides home. There was a tent, a gorgeous view and a beer boat. (The beer boat is an old row boat filled with ice and beer, and possibly the greatest invention ever).
All in all the reception was gorgeous with amazing views and good times. Got to seem some of Sarah's college friends. The usual circle of men occurred where an over/under was set on when the first person would fall down the hill. (The home sits on top of a very steep hill so even ground came at a premium, to the point the dance floor had a 20 degree incline, didn't stop the Wife and I from droppin' it like it's hot). The under paid off. There were alot of high points, including the soon to be Chief of Pediatrics at a certain university hospital doing the running man or rodger rabbit, not sure which! Dancing with the Wife. Good cake. You get the idea. Hopefully, the Wife will post photos later.
posted by pbgipper at 8/07/2006 09:18:00 AM
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