The Wedding Weekend: Cindy's Perspective

Crested Butte is beautiful.  The town of 1,503 permanent residents (this is true, I looked it up) is magical.  This mini-town is nestled in a valley surrounded 360 by towering mountains, that just happened to be covered with wildflowers throughout the summer.

Did I mention it's really cool (as in temperature)?   This is critical since I check the Tucson weather each day, hoping it's really hot, so I can gloat about our decision to leave town for the month of July.  I'm pretty sure there's a diagnostic code for this compulsion. 

We went straight to our hotel, located at the ski resort, after our exhilarating "ride the rapids" adventure.  A hot shower and Valium nap were top on our list of things to do.  I must also mention that the cutest little wedding bag was in the room awaiting our arrival.  It contained details of the wedding, lots of snacks, two mini-bottles of champaign, and tylenol and Alka Seltzer packets.  Too cute!

Once refreshed, I met the boys, Jordyn, and friends for a drink in town, where they kindly issued an invite to join them in the morning for a "Zipline Colorado" adventure. There was not enough liquor in the entire bar to entice me to say yes to that plan!  I politely declined this kind offer, as a root canal sounded more enticing.

They appeared to have a great time being dangled 40 feet (or more) off the ground, wearing harnesses that came dangerously close to preventing me from seeing any future grandchildren, shoved off a platform, and catapulted 200 yards across tree tops.  Geez, am I sorry I passed up that opportunity!

Please note: Another recreational event requiring helmets and release of liability forms!

We attended Kyle and Colleen's wedding the next day.  The boys were both in the wedding party and cleaned up quite nicely!  Jordyn looked lovely as usual.

Before reception pictures

Tony and Jordyn in the church

The reception was held at a midway point of one of the ski runs.  The "warming house" provided us with an amazing view of the Crested Butte valley.  The "cabin" and reception tent also gave us a quick escape from a refreshing rain storm.  Food, music, toasts, dancing, and general carousing were so dang much fun.

We were the last group to leave the reception, this seems to happen a lot in our family we feel it's only polite to stick around and help the hosts scoot everyone out.  Oh and did I mention, we all had a BLAST at the reception?

Nick dancing his heart out!

Jordyn dancing her heart out!

The pictures of the reception are all a little blurred.  This could be because the camera operator was also "partying hearty"  malfunctioned.  It is also difficult getting good snap shots of my kids because of their inherent shyness (they got this from me) as evidenced by the pictures.

Wedding over, recuperation complete, my next post will chronical our ride home.  Can you hear the racking sobs?   While I missed my friends, family, and home, the idea of 108 temps, humidity, and no rain makes even zip lining look like fun!

P.S.  In my defense from Cheech's last post:

• I do not purchase the "extra large" size of Pepsi.  I go for the one labeled "Just about enough to fill a small swimming pool".  It's such a great bargain!
• I do not ask to stop every thirty minutes for a rest room.  I can go at least 35-40 minutes between stops.  Geez, Cheech is such an exaggerator.
• I don't always ask for a recap of the book on tape.  Sometimes I just make up the storyline I missed.  I often like my version better anyway.