Marriage on the Midway

Alrighty then.

There is something about not having a television, a working phone line, internet or an accessible email account that is most likely liberating and refreshing for some people. Like my husband. Instead of shrieking at the heavens for being turned into 21st century Luddites, he has found freedom from those everyday distractions and finds he can use his abilities for the greater good, like unpacking the house we just moved into. Or mowing the grass. Or being a productive member of society.

I am not one of those people.

Feeling adrift on my own little pity island for a week and contemplating chewing threw my wrist tendons for entertainment, I'm happy to report that the technology gods have seen fit to restore the magic of the internet, and I didn't even have to sacrifice a goat or nubile virgin to make it happen.

More on sacrifices and burnt offerings at a later time.

Now that we are officially in our new house in our new city of Memphis, it seems only fitting that my first local post is on a subject near and dear to my heart.

How would you like to get married at the fair?

It takes a special couple to see the potential beauty in crossing nuptial bliss with mullets, deep fried twinkies and pig races, but I know you're out there. My husband and I actually looked into having our rehearsal dinner at the fair, cause how often can you be toasted by your loved ones, have your weight guessed and pet baby donkeys all in one arena? Sadly we missed the fair by 2 weeks, but any couples looking to get hitched this fall still have a chance. Lucky for us, the Mid South Fair in Memphis rolls around next month, just in time for our anniversary.