Saturday, September 8, 2012
A second Vermont wedding - and calling all Virginians...
We've been traveling a lot for weddings this year.
Sometimes when I sit writing these posts I become aware of how neat and glamorous our jobs might seem -- and they are neat -- and sometimes glamorous (human broom, anyone?) but traveling weddings are also really tough. You can imagine, so I won't elaborate too much. We see the beautiful sights of Vermont quickly out the speeding window of a clunker truck full of jangling vases and precariously packed buckets of flowers -- SLOW DOWN ON TURNS DAMN IT! I wistfully watch the mountains go by wishing we could stop at that barn sale, or take a break for a romantic something or other. But ultimately we're there to work; to do what we do best; hustle. Unload that van. Prep that box of fedexed flowers. Eat that cold pizza. Make that shit beautiful. I NEED IT DONE IN TEN MINUTES!
Last Saturday at The Round Barn in Warren, Vermont we had everything photo-finish right on time, as always. I watched the bride - one of my favorites this year - walk down to the ceremony. I teared up. Then we got in the truck with a few hours to kill before our staff meal. Eric wanted to drive through the mountains and look at the landscape. Wouldn't you know it; finally with the time to watch the scenery go by a bit slower, I fell asleep.
We'll be in Charlottesville, Virginia on the weekend of 10/6 and I was hoping you or someone you might know might want to be hired onto our crew for a day or two....email me if you are interested.
Tonight I'm typing from back in the city. The cold front, what with it's tornados and wind funnels has moved through and now it's drizzling, the cool air coming in the window next to me. I found my favorite Peter Gabriel record.