another 20 mph sort of weekend

That quote under the title of this blog is from my good friend Paul, and it was referring to a trip to Williamsburg, VA that I took in under 36 hours a few years ago.

Well, this past weekend reaffirmed that quote, and how appropriate that it was back to Williamsburg for Paul's wedding to the amazing Laura. My role in the wedding was to deliver by noon Paul's groomsman and youngest brother, Pat, who had a prom to attend in NJ the night before.

Challenge accepted.

We left Pine Beach at 4AM. My friends Mike and Katy came so that 1. they could visit our friend Eric in Mechanicsville, on the way to Williamsburg, and 2. so that there were a few more passengers who might be awake with me. Good thing they came, because Pat was a little bit tired. Actually, Katy was too. They were like toddlers, asleep in the back seat.

I drove into sunrise around the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Pee break at one of the northern Maryland houses. Coffee break at Hyperion in Fredericksburg. Dropped off Katy and Mike at Eric's, and got myself ready for the wedding there (figuring I couldn't mess myself up too badly during the hour of car ride that Pat and I had left from there).

Hit traffic.

STILL got Pat to the hotel by 11:30.

I wandered around Williamsburg for a little while, enjoying the Wawa in the historic building and a lengthy fife and drum parade before wandering back to the church, still a bit early for the wedding. I dozed in the car in the parking lot for a while, listening to the musicians warm up.

And then, the wedding. The beautiful, beautiful wedding. Congratulations to Paul and Laura!

The reception was lots of fun (great beer!). I enjoyed catching up with some wonderful people.

The drive the next morning was not the greatest. Well, the drive was fine, but man I was tired. I went home Sunday morning to make it for my afternoon concert at church. Thank goodness for Mike and Katy, whose collective company kept me awake and alert the whole time. Another glorious 20ish mph weekend.