I know I’ve talked about the Monday after Masters being miserable, but today was equally as depressing. Y’all, Libby’s wedding was last weekend, and I had so much fun, but now I’m depressed. I’m sure that part of it is that the wedding is something Libby and I have been discussing for, oh, the last fifteen to twenty years, and there is something deflating to have it actually be over, but even besides that, it was insanely fun. I like to believe that all my bridesmaid experience was utilized to the fullest extent, but regardless, I had the maximum amount of fun. I’m looking at photos of the weekend and wishing I could have been at three places at one time the entire weekend because there is video evidence that I missed almost as much fun as I experienced! Haha. I’m also sad because an impressive amount of my favorite people in the world were all in the same place and now I freshly miss them. Sigh. If only we could take all our favorite people and make them all live in the same place.
Then I wouldn’t have anyone to visit in Colorado or New York or a few other choice locales, but maybe we could all travel to those places together on a regular basis? This dream is becoming increasing unrealistic. Maybe I’ll just stick to praying for cheap airfare, connecting flights that don’t get cancelled in the black holes that are also known as the ATL and CLT, and for staying up until 5 am on a Saturday night to not ruin my entire week. A girl can dream, right?
On top of everything, my best friend will be virtually unreachable for the next two weeks. JUST when we had so much to talk about, she runs off to the other side of the world. Even Briscoe is exhausted. Yesterday, my parents house was littered with hungover people and animals. Bella got in the trash Saturday night after the festivities and let’s just say on Sunday, the term, “sick as a dog,” sprang to mind. But I’m pretty sure she would do it all over again.
I’d like to tell you more, but I’m so tired my hair hurts, and they say a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
It's a marvelous night for a moondance...
Mr. and Mrs. McAleer
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
Boo. I want to make ATL not be a black hole for you. Come run the mountain with me and lets go dance at Johnnys.
Libby’s wedding looked perfect. I am so happy for her! I want to hear stories.
Silly Betsy, I didn’t mean the ATL as in the super fun city you live in, I meant it as Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson International Black Hole. I should have been more pacific.
I have stories. I will tell them. And I def want to come to the ATL to play soon. As much as I love Charleston, the fact there aren’t any hills and definitely no mountain is a serious drawback. Stupid flat land.
I miss you and your precious children and husband.