I will shortly be headed out to drive to Ithaca to cringe as my sister gets married. I am taking with me a batch of quarg, two tupperware containers of quarg that’s not done yet (yay hot car), four pounds of cherries, a bag of peaches, some plums, my blading foo, my laptop, freelancing doccos, camera, phone, handsfree set, half my music library in CD format, iPod nano, digicam, digicam charger, a selection of cheeses from PennMac, maybe something from stamooli’s, Biscotti from the biscotti company, Clothes, toiletries, suadesoles, backpacking pack, packing bag, two pairs of hiking shoes, shoe polishing equipment, compass, passport, stuff to write letters with, and a partridge in a pear tree.

And apparently the driving route is taking me right through the Allegheny National Forest. Awwww yeah. Definitely a stopping point if the weather’s nice, on the way there or back

I have a strong inner core and understanding of what’s “proper”. Behavior, social expectations, etc. There are certain things you do, and certain things you do not do when someone is celebrating their wedding (of course, usually I ignore them, but that’s another story). It’ all well and good to call the bride beautiful, the groom handsome, the reception great, the food remarkable, but to use such adjectives is to reduce their worth through repetition. Practically everyone’s going to be doing that, after all. It’s… expected.