Long weekend
Aug. 21st, 2005 23:22![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquilland it starts a long week. It was good, though.
It takes exactly two hours to get to Geyserville from here. The wedding was as weddings are; I've never been to even a Reform Jewish wedding, and some of the religious bits were unexpected... talk about different cultures. I ended up talking to some nice people, and finally went home as the dancing started.
The place where they had the ceremony was odd -- half cottage-style hotel, half menangerie. It's the first time I had seen some of those critters in person, particularly the white peacocks, but I could have done without the cockatiel which decided it wanted more attention and proceeded to screech every minute or two for the latter half of the evening. I felt for the ocelot and some of the birds, though, when the dance music started up at typical dance music volume. The goat and llama seemed not to care.
I drove the Silverado Trail both ways, through wine country, to the comfortable tones of the Pet Shop Boys. Lots of time to reflect, think, and even stop thinking, depending on whether the drive was easy or challenging at the time. Still, now I am tired, and I think I'll head to bed.
It takes exactly two hours to get to Geyserville from here. The wedding was as weddings are; I've never been to even a Reform Jewish wedding, and some of the religious bits were unexpected... talk about different cultures. I ended up talking to some nice people, and finally went home as the dancing started.
The place where they had the ceremony was odd -- half cottage-style hotel, half menangerie. It's the first time I had seen some of those critters in person, particularly the white peacocks, but I could have done without the cockatiel which decided it wanted more attention and proceeded to screech every minute or two for the latter half of the evening. I felt for the ocelot and some of the birds, though, when the dance music started up at typical dance music volume. The goat and llama seemed not to care.
I drove the Silverado Trail both ways, through wine country, to the comfortable tones of the Pet Shop Boys. Lots of time to reflect, think, and even stop thinking, depending on whether the drive was easy or challenging at the time. Still, now I am tired, and I think I'll head to bed.
