I LoVermont

I'm back from my third wedding in four weeks. It was beautiful. Have you ever been to Vermont? The farther we drove north, the more the leaves were changing color. Here are some thoughts on Vermont. It was beautiful. I would never live there. I saw two hitch-hikers while it was pitch black outside. I think most people must use cash up there rather than debit or credit cards. Dirt roads were common. I didn't see a Starbucks once. I realized I may be a city girl. It was beautiful. 

The first night we arrived, we handmade the wedding favors; a bag of delicious carmel popcorn. I probably won't be eating too much of it anymore after seeing the amount of butter in it. Not only did the mother of the bride make most of the popcorn (with some help from bridesmaids and scripture readers), she then proceeded to prepare a full homemade lasagna and BREAD. She made bread...and not with a bread maker. She asked me to cut it and put it on the table so I grabbed a knife. I put my left hand on the loaf and was about to start when the mother said to me "You'll probably want a serrated knife." Oh sure I said, of course. Walking back over to the knife holder, I realized I had no idea what she had just said. That was my first inclination that I may not be as domestic as I thought. 

The night before the wedding there was a small but "joyous" celebration among the groom, his groomsmen, and the bridesmaids and friends. I wore flannel of course. In fact, one of the groomsmen asked me to go cut some wood out back. So the night progressed and as most parties go, there was some dancing. I pulled out my best moves which consisted of my imitation of Kristin Wiig as Kathy Lee Gifford. (watch until the very end). So I was moving my arms and doing my jig and noticed a group of my friends outside on the porch. I figured it'd be funny to dance along side the window to encourage more dancing. I began my sideways walk/dance and was pumping my arms with a face of pure enjoyment, until suddenly I didn't feel the floor anymore. As I fell down those seven stairs, I remembered midair that there were stairs there. I must have bounced on the fourth step and landed flat on my back. It was truly amazing that I didn't really get hurt, although part of my hip and most of my ego were bruised. 

That basically ended the girls' night and we walked back to our cabin for the night. The bruises didn't stop me from enjoying the wedding. I read scripture during the ceremony and danced again with my friends at the reception. This time however, there were no stairs. 

So even though Vermont may not be my next living location, I enjoyed the time I spent up there...way up there. It's a lovely state.