georgia on my mind (also known as a really big post)

Allow me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Brad and Lauren Gibbons on the eve of their wedding. We were fortunate enough to witness this auspicious occasion last weekend. This was the view from the grounds on Jekyll Island in Georgia. The boys decided a game of croquet was appropriate before the rehearsal dinner. I don't need to tell you it was like the blind leading the blind.Eric won. Victory. The couple with their niece. The view from the rehearsal dinner - -it was, in a word, gorgeous. The original roommates. They reminisced how they always said Robert would be the last to marry and Brad would be the first. That would prove to be the opposite (Eric was always in the middle) here in RealityLand. We call this the reverse-roommate picture -- those of us glutton for punishment enough to end up with these jokers. Oh, I kid.Eric and Sean, one of our road buddies. Me with Amy, our other road-trip comrade. Lee, Todd, Amy, and I had breakfast together Saturday morning. These little furry fellas kept running up to us, hoping to catch a scrap of our meal. Since I loathe honeydew, I threw some cubes their way. It wasn't until later that we saw the "Please don't feed the critters" sign. Oops. Thunderstorms brewed all afternoon June 5th on the island, but skies were clear by 'go-time'. The mother and father of the groom, also his son's best man. The groom, escorting his now mother-in-law. Katherine Heigl said in the film, 27 Dresses, "You know how the bride makes her entrance and everybody turns to look at her? That’s when I look at the groom. Cause his face says it all you know? The pure love there." But who could help but look at her? We had a blast. We toast the happy couple and thank them for letting us be a part of their special day. Sunday, we bid farewell to our faraway friends, and headed to Savannah. It is absolutely charming there. Our lunch at a little outdoor patio. It was miserable heat, but worth it. For my mother -- Paula Deen's restaurant and store: The views of downtown Savannah were amazing. Ok, all the gutter spouts have fish heads on them. Not gonna lie. It was kind of weird. There were theatres EVERYWHERE! If we're ever looking to relocate....I'm JUST saying. And, as I snapped photos of everything (oh, you'll see), and got teased for it, Eric remarks (in his infinite wit), "Hey, there's a Quiznos". A rather large cemetery. We bumped into an actress in period costume on her way to lead a haunted tour. I don't have a picture of her??? Yes. I walked into a total stranger's backyard and snapped this photo because it's just so deliciously Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Sean swears that Joe Namath owns a, well, let's just say a house for wayward ladies. We walked around, and this was the first overly humongous home we saw. In our fatigue, we decided this was Joe Namath's house. John Wesley, the founder of Methodism. My grandmother would be so proud I sought this out. Sean swore it was haunted by Wesley's ghost, so he tried taunting it to 'come out and spook us'. If you look closely.....nah, you can't see anything. It was a great little vacation, and Anna had a great time with her Grandma and Grandpa. We can't wait to celebrate with Mr. and Mrs. Gibbons Richmond style!