[6.3] Back East, Again

Good day, loyal blog-ites. I first have to apologize for the sparse frequency of posts recently. We've been quite busy. However, while this has meant a gap in posts, it also means the posts should be coming fast and furious for the next few days since we've got so much to clue you all into. When we last left our heroes, Lisa and Dave were awaiting the Vlady-parents. After a few fun-filled days with them, there was a treasure trove of blog material. However, I'm going to hold off on that post until I get the pictures from Mom. After the parental visit, we headed back east for a wedding, which is documented below. Future posts will also include Trolloween, the comedy club, and our "meet the neighbors gathering", so watch this space as I hope to cover all this material before spending a week in Mexico starting on the 12 Nov for work.

Anyway, back to the wedding weekend. Lisa and I made a whirlwind trip to York, PA. We flew in late Friday night to Harrisburg and headed back out Sunday after the wedding. Mark, Lisa's friend from her east coast ski club was to marry his sweetheart, Lucy. We were, according to the invite, supposed to witness "rock and roll history as Mark and Lucy swap spit for the first time as husband and wife."

But before the wedding itself we have cover the locale, York, PA. I learned that York served as our nation's capital (actually, I might have known that once back in 7th grade Social Studies but hey, c'mon, that was 25 years ago). We stayed in a great old hotel on a main drag in downtown York and got to walk around a bit on Saturday before the wedding. Lisa went to get her nails done and I walked out to meet her. Well, about half way through my walk I met Evangelist Bill, as I call him. He shook my hand, and proceeded to shake my hand while walking for two city blocks. In that time he also asked me if I was prepared for the afterlife, said a prayer with me, and made me promise to recruit servants from the west coast to work for the Holy Spirit. I'm working on it, Bill. So far I've recruited our two cats and the afternoon barrista at Lighthouse Coffee Roasters around the corner.

Two other notable things about downtown York. There are posted signs that say "No Cruising -- You will be ticketed if you pass this sign more than twice between the hours of 8PM and 3AM." You know you live in a pretty boring town if there's a "no cruising" sign. And then we walked into a Rite Aid to pick up a few things and saw one of the most disturbing things ever. The video below is pretty raw since it was taken with my phone, but take my word for it, I'm not voting for Hillary if her election means more of these on the market. I've not been this freaked out since the first Chucky movie.

Anyway, on to the wedding. It was held at the Valencia Ballroom, which was pretty cool in itself. It was where the big bands used to play back in the 1920s -1940s. We knew it would be a slightly different affair when the string quartet played "White Wedding" by Billy Idol among its classical pieces pre-ceremony. Lucy and Mark swapped spit, with a little "ass grab" by Mark for good measure. The wedding party was introduced and each entered the ballroom to their individual songs. Rock on. After we got the DJ to play a string of danceable 80s stuff and disco, we wore the varnish off the floor.

We didn't know that many folks at the wedding, outside of the other ski club representative, Bruce, with his wife Mara. Mark and Lucy represented the third ski club wedding in less than a year, following Bruce and Mara in December and Lisa and myself in May.

So a great time was had by all and we end with congratulations to Mark and Lucy as they head off to Tahiti to start a great life together.