Well we spent yesterday afternoon in Hood River. It has sure changed a lot, but I have to keep trying to keep in my brain the fact that I lived there 18 years ago and it won’t just be the same. I was also telling my wife that the chances of us actually bumping in to anyone I know (and can remember) were abysmally slim. We were walking up Oak Street, downtown, when my uncle Steve spotted us and pulled over for a chat. So much for not running in to anyone we know…
The funny part is that Steve and his family live in Coeur d’Alene, and neither of us knew that the other would be in Hood River this weekend. We just…ran in to each other. It was quite an odd feeling.
Tera’s reception was wonderful, she was beautiful in her dress (most brides are, but she was). Her husband Mike was in jeans and a t-shirt, but hey, weddings are all about the bride anyway, right? Besides, it was nice that the reception was informal, because I didn’t want to wear a suit in the 90 degree heat, and certainly don’t blame anyone else for not wearing one.
It was nice to see her, though. The last time we spoke face-to-face was back when I flew to Louisville KY for Lorien’s grandmother’s 70th birthday, and Tera and Mike drove down from Cincinnati. That’s around three years ago now. I was also quite flattered that I was remembered by Shanna (Tera’s sister) and her dad, whom I had only met a couple of times almost 20 years ago.
My wife also got me a pirate fish thingy for my car, about which I am ecstatic. It was in a bookstore next to the other FSM stuff. Coolness.