This weekend Tim and I went out to Palm Desert for the wedding of one of my sweetest friends and former college roommates Annie, and her lovely new husband Brandon. Mimi and Poppy graciously agreed to take the kids overnight for us, and they had a blast as well. They went to the children's museum, they fed many a duck and duckling at the lake, they ate dinner on the golf course with their pets...
Despite the heat, Tim and I had a great time at the wedding. It was so sincere and personal and beautiful - they got married out in front of city hall (Annie's dad was a city employee for many years, before passing from cancer several years ago) and then had the reception in the back yard of her childhood home. They had a mariachi band and make your own tacos and PLENTY of beer, both home brewed and brought by the other beer nerds for the bottle share. Don't you guys worry, I never miss a chance to be a jerk, so I picked up 80oz of Miller High Life (the champagne of beers, let me remind you, perfect for such a festive event) and brought 40 of it to the reception (the other 40 we drank in the hotel lobby waiting for the shuttle.) And you know what? Other people were delighted and drank it. Because sure, sometimes you want an IPA or a sour or a hearty stout, but sometimes you just want a smooth, domestic pilsner. Especially when you can buy those 40z for two bucks apiece at a gas station.
Then the next day we didn't have to check out of the hotel until 12, so you know I laid in bed until 11:30.
We had a nice night with Mimi and Poppy and Jake, who made a big pasta dinner to celebrate belated Mother's Day.