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the weekend....
Apr. 30th, 2007 02:32 pmIt's been a busy few days....
Friday, after a longer-than-anticipated full day at work, I snuck![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spicada into Fernbank to see some lizards. She made interesting noises every time I pushed one particular button, and she also practiced eating a rat. It was interesting, but I like the whole museum and it was mildly discouraging that most is shut down for the martini event. Even so, good conversation and a small bite to eat afterwards filled my evening. I got home, hoping for a long night of sleep. Da elf had taken everyone to a local small arts festival, and I knew they'd gotten tired out a bit by the activities, so I was fairly certain rest was the order of the day.
Alas, I have kids. Kids that just don't understand that a computer doesn't get any faster or work better if you screech at it. So, I got out of bed and started getting ready for a full day of driving to and from a wedding forjost. Now, I've been told that you can't be snarky about things on LJ if someone involved might read it, but I think he has a good sense of humor, so....
It is nice to have affirmation that the common thinking about Catholics and their singing abilities still holds. Had the wedding coordinator (on the back row with da elf and I) not joined in with the woman at the organ, it would have been completely quiet for much of the service. The responsive readings were as unresponsive as I've seen in the locked-up-presbyterian churches around here.
And, I found it quite interesting how much focus was made on the "go get your new wife knocked up" part of RCC dogma, despite the (equally incongruous) homily the priest began with a pre-emptive apology for making the bride and groom sound like they were old. Equally confusing were which parts of the liturgy were sung, and which were spoken, and what rules were used to identify them. As a whiskeypalian anglo-catholic, I should be able to handle that sort of thing, but it messed with my head a couple of times.
The reception was nice, in a beautiful facility. And, the wedding band was so stereotypical! Good 50s music for the parents, with light jazz to avoid interrupting the meal (which was rather nice -- I liked the chicken choice!). I was hoping for a little more from Prince in their repitoire, but maybe da elf and I had to leave too early to hear it. And, yes, we left early, so didn't get any cake. And, I've been jonesing for it ever since.
We accidentally drove byjost's workplace as a result of weird direction miscommunication (my fault as much as anything, I think), but it highlighted just how weird Columbus Georgia is, as it grows from a past rooted in agriculture and river trade into something new. Major buildings like his offices serve as landmarks, since they are so readily identified. On one of our cameras we have the AFLAC building, which is another point used for giving out directions. I shouldn't jest too much, though, as I've actually sent someone down "Peachtree" and forgot to give them clarity about WHICH road that was. Landmarks are rather nice.
We drove back late enough that the RennFaire was closed, but not so late as to avoid some of the traffic. That's okay, as I got more time to talk to da elf like adults. I just wish I could remember what we talked about -- it seemed to be pithy and intellectual at the time.
Sunday was spent first at church, then at the Inman Park festival. We didn't get to see all the show because we had the whole family in tow, which minimizes the time you can spend NOT GOING TO THE PLAYGROUND WHY AREN'T WE GOING TO THE PLAYGROUND I CAN SEE IT I DON'T WANT TO EAT NOW LET'S GO TO THE SLIDE THERE IS A LAKE ARE YOU DONE EATING YET I DON'T WANT THAT ARE WE GOING YET I WANT TO PLAY WILL YOU CARRY ME I WANT TO HOLD MOMMY'S HAND I CAN'T SEE THE PLAYGROUND ANYMORE ARE WE GOING TO GO NOW I DON'T WANT TO SHOP ANYMORE LET'S GO DADDY.
Even so, we had a nice time, and couldn't imagine what the parade day was like, with merchants saying it was three or four times BUSIER. Wow. I did miss seeing the parade, though. Ah, well. It's not every year a friend gets married!
By the end of the weekend I was too tired to assemble my new stationary bike, so I hope to be doing that tonight if da elf has determined a good place in the exercise room for it. If so, I'll be starting my program of "trying not to pant walking around Denver" tonight or tomorrow. It's a goal, right?
So, any questions?
[Poll #976159]
Friday, after a longer-than-anticipated full day at work, I snuck
spicada into Fernbank to see some lizards. She made interesting noises every time I pushed one particular button, and she also practiced eating a rat. It was interesting, but I like the whole museum and it was mildly discouraging that most is shut down for the martini event. Even so, good conversation and a small bite to eat afterwards filled my evening. I got home, hoping for a long night of sleep. Da elf had taken everyone to a local small arts festival, and I knew they'd gotten tired out a bit by the activities, so I was fairly certain rest was the order of the day.Alas, I have kids. Kids that just don't understand that a computer doesn't get any faster or work better if you screech at it. So, I got out of bed and started getting ready for a full day of driving to and from a wedding for
jost. Now, I've been told that you can't be snarky about things on LJ if someone involved might read it, but I think he has a good sense of humor, so....It is nice to have affirmation that the common thinking about Catholics and their singing abilities still holds. Had the wedding coordinator (on the back row with da elf and I) not joined in with the woman at the organ, it would have been completely quiet for much of the service. The responsive readings were as unresponsive as I've seen in the locked-up-presbyterian churches around here.
And, I found it quite interesting how much focus was made on the "go get your new wife knocked up" part of RCC dogma, despite the (equally incongruous) homily the priest began with a pre-emptive apology for making the bride and groom sound like they were old. Equally confusing were which parts of the liturgy were sung, and which were spoken, and what rules were used to identify them. As a whiskeypalian anglo-catholic, I should be able to handle that sort of thing, but it messed with my head a couple of times.
The reception was nice, in a beautiful facility. And, the wedding band was so stereotypical! Good 50s music for the parents, with light jazz to avoid interrupting the meal (which was rather nice -- I liked the chicken choice!). I was hoping for a little more from Prince in their repitoire, but maybe da elf and I had to leave too early to hear it. And, yes, we left early, so didn't get any cake. And, I've been jonesing for it ever since.
We accidentally drove by
jost's workplace as a result of weird direction miscommunication (my fault as much as anything, I think), but it highlighted just how weird Columbus Georgia is, as it grows from a past rooted in agriculture and river trade into something new. Major buildings like his offices serve as landmarks, since they are so readily identified. On one of our cameras we have the AFLAC building, which is another point used for giving out directions. I shouldn't jest too much, though, as I've actually sent someone down "Peachtree" and forgot to give them clarity about WHICH road that was. Landmarks are rather nice.We drove back late enough that the RennFaire was closed, but not so late as to avoid some of the traffic. That's okay, as I got more time to talk to da elf like adults. I just wish I could remember what we talked about -- it seemed to be pithy and intellectual at the time.
Sunday was spent first at church, then at the Inman Park festival. We didn't get to see all the show because we had the whole family in tow, which minimizes the time you can spend NOT GOING TO THE PLAYGROUND WHY AREN'T WE GOING TO THE PLAYGROUND I CAN SEE IT I DON'T WANT TO EAT NOW LET'S GO TO THE SLIDE THERE IS A LAKE ARE YOU DONE EATING YET I DON'T WANT THAT ARE WE GOING YET I WANT TO PLAY WILL YOU CARRY ME I WANT TO HOLD MOMMY'S HAND I CAN'T SEE THE PLAYGROUND ANYMORE ARE WE GOING TO GO NOW I DON'T WANT TO SHOP ANYMORE LET'S GO DADDY.
Even so, we had a nice time, and couldn't imagine what the parade day was like, with merchants saying it was three or four times BUSIER. Wow. I did miss seeing the parade, though. Ah, well. It's not every year a friend gets married!
By the end of the weekend I was too tired to assemble my new stationary bike, so I hope to be doing that tonight if da elf has determined a good place in the exercise room for it. If so, I'll be starting my program of "trying not to pant walking around Denver" tonight or tomorrow. It's a goal, right?
So, any questions?
[Poll #976159]
