Monday, July 14, 2008

Longest blog post ever

It was a long, long weekend in Connecticut. Cara and Damon’s wedding was the best I’ve ever been to, from the forgetting of the bouquet to the “By the power vested in me by the state of Connecticut and www.getordained.com. . . .” Family drama, yelling, tears, denial of tears, drunkenness, laughter. I don’t know if I came away with the photo project I was hoping for, and maybe it was asking too much of myself to produce such a thing in one weekend. But here’s some of what I have and like so far (not a final edit).


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I had never seen the cultural definition of family so clearly laid out.


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Chris is playing a saw in this picture.


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And in this one, my brother-in-law Ben wanted to get a picture of Jacob with the saw being played.


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These were the cake toppers (vegan cupcakes were served in lieu of wedding cake). Cara is the shark; Damon, the unicorn. (Cara has loved sharks ever since we were little kids. In the shark-attack scenes in Jaws, she laughed while we all screamed.)


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On the way to the beach for swimming after the wedding.


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Arm wrestling after the swimming.


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At the airport in Hartford, the American Airlines employee who checked me in looked at my flight information and saw I was going to Santa Barbara. He said, “My favorite city.” I asked if he’d vacationed there, and he said, “No, I lived there for a while in the ’70s. I should’ve never left.” When my plane landed, the sun was setting over the mountains, and I could smell the ocean, and I knew he was right.

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