"To have & to hold and to keep your beer cold" said the coozies at the door to Bre and Greg's reception. At the Swallow afterwards somebody put on Bruce's "My Hometown" and I countered with "Thunder Road." Everyone really wanted to hear "Friends in Low Places" but it was (in a cruel and ironic turn of fate) not available on the jukebox no matter how much the assembled alums wanted to belt it out for each other.
It was a wonderful celebration weekend and an informal reunion thanks to the Gendron's wedding. Present were people we wanted to see, doctors and lawyers and best old friends, a DJ who spun dance music, and almost comically affordable drinks. The happy couple got serious when it mattered and relaxed when it didn't and that attitude carried the days.
Jenelle and I often discuss the shared history that we, um, share from adolescent days in Delta County. After two bridal party introductions Sharon wondered "what would your Webb friends think?" and I could only guess that it would explain a whole lot. In fact a whole lot was explained this weekend: how BreAnne became a Gendron, which fruit makes the best jello salad, why friendships ebb and flow, and where a small town adolescence can take people.
Sunday, June 07, 2009