Never heard of Banner Elk? Neither had we, and we're still trying to figure out why they chose this godforsaken wasteland to celebrate what was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives:
runaway bride. Nuptials exchanged, the love-drenched ceremony was followed by a spectacular repast. I'll admit I was wary. Wedding cuisine too often wavers between the 'marginally edible' to the 'unrecognizable as food.' I suppose everyone would have commented on how good the grub was if we weren't so busy stuffing it into our gluttonous maws. And I really appreciated how the wine and beer flowed in quantities unrestrained. The beer was locally crafted and especially delicious. I wish I could tell you all the name of the brewery, but, true to form, I drank too much to remember.
|A lifelong phylatophobe, Jonathan used love to overcome his crippling fear of bubbles|
|The Purdue cohort, sans bubbles, groom and random dudes|
|Not sure how that Washington got in there.|
Not five minutes later, Rick sounded the alarm: 'She's picking up the bass!'
Yes, life is nuts. Sheepishly, I approached the stage and identified myself. Kim, who, in spite of being older, cooler and generally superior to me in high school, never seemed to mind dorking up her car by giving me rides home from practice. Gracious as ever, we exchanged a hug...
Well, all things must end and so we said our goodbyes. Not long after, the Spronkmobile was roaring back toward our humble accommodations at the Banner Elk Ritz. I peeled a fifty from the garter and instructed a pimply valet to 'take good care of her.' The three of us nestled into our beds and took a moment to appraise the festivities and marvel at the unlikelihoods that make life delightful. We were unanimous: it had been a capital time indeed.
Laurie and Jonathan: a long and happy union to you! We are only too happy to stamp your marriage with the McBone Seal of Approval: McB. Thanks for the invite!
Kim: it really was awesome catching up with you. May we meet again in Akron someday soon!
Photos courtesy of Jess!