One weekend, three years ago (next month) I made a weekend trip to Chicago. I flew in Thursday night and home Sunday morning. I kept it simple. While 98% of my family lives there, I stayed with my cousin, Jimmy, (although he prefers James) and had enormous fun. Yes, that is a Fleetwood Mac album (cd, whatever) that I am holding. It was the soundtrack to our weekend. We jammed out everywhere we went to that CD and now whenever I hear Fleetwood Mac (like I did today on the way home) I think of that weekend. And of Jimmy. And of dancing in the car while driving through downtown Chicago. My personal favorite...Second Hand News. I can't get enough of that song.
And then we went to this guy's wedding. My other cousin Jimmy. He married a (wonderful) Polish girl and they had a big Polish wedding. I had never been to a Polish wedding before (nor have I been to one since) and I must say, if you are Polish and getting married, I want to be invited. Oh, such fun! The center pieces on the table....big bottles of vodka surrounded by shot glasses. No, I am not kidding. And there were 300 people there. At least 30 tables. And the dancing...oh, you know how I love a good dance floor!
And so there was this...lots and lots of dancing...and making the dancing face.
I love thinking about this weekend. It was a surprise to my family that I was there (except for my Uncle Dave, who took me out to lunch on Friday while Jimmy was at work). So when they walked into the reception...SURPRISE! It was awesome. I read Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brook that weekend and listened to Fleetwood Mac, nonstop.