Wedding Bells...

(....not mine) rang last weekend.

A high school and later Univ. of Iowa friend of mine got married Saturday. Not only was the wedding and reception beautiful, and Amanda and her new husband were walking on clouds, it was a great chance for the rest of the high school gang to get together and socialize, as well as meet some new people. While stuck on another continent, I went to a couple interesting and fun weddings (one in Germany, one in Poland) but missed out in weddings of three good friends at home, which I still regret. So I had a really nice time...

That was, however, until they called us un-married folks down to the dance floor for the necessary bouquet-tossing. Nestling myself safely into the back row, I believed I would be safe from catching the dreaded bundle that may as well have had thorns. Little did I know that there might be other singles trying desperately to avoid the flowers like the plague, as well. I found that out the hard way when a (heavier) young lady standing next to me jumped out of the way of the bouquet, which, incidentally, was not even heading in our direction. Losing her balance, she landed squarely on my foot with her high heel. I yelped in pain and hobbled off the dance floor over to the bartender who indulged me in a plastic cup of ice to set on my throbbing foot. A few days later, I still can't bend my toes all the way, but at least I can walk normally on it again...

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More later...symphony rehearsals this week will dominate my evenings (and means for reed making and practicing now!)...