Moccasins and Mango Ketchup

Song of the Day: "Say Goodnight and Go" - Imogen Heap

"One of these days you'll miss your train and

come stay with me"

So, it's late and I'm back. Last night Kait and I painted the town red at - most appropriately  - Ketchup, Ashton Kucher's restaurant, where we tried five different varieties of the namesake, and watched Get Smart at Huntsville's fancy (read: no arcade games) new theatre. We woke up to blueberry streusel muffins and something between sunshine and rain. We were both incredibly sleepy for the rest of that relaxing day, and fell asleep in a mutual naptime that afternoon. And then she gave me some reeaally good coffee. And made me buy comfy moccasins. I said I felt like something from the Song of Hiawatha, and we agreed it was a strange poem that we will never read. 

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In other news, the wedding of the 2nd cousin once removed (or whatever he is) was outside. It stopped raining, oh, maybe twenty minutes before the ceremony. And there was a harp player that I really liked until he started singing, and good chocolate, and a really adorable three year old third cousin (I think) that provided endless delight. We played peek-a-boo, and while I was waiting in the endless supper line he would run up and grab my hands and dance back and forth and laugh. I think that was why I liked him so much - he is the happiest little child I've met in a long time, and he had a Peter Pan laugh:

"When the first baby laughed for the first time, his laugh broke into a million pieces, and they all went skipping about. That was the beginning of fairies."

Yes. I'm in baby withdrawal now. 

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Mom and I rode back together - I drove all the way because I was hyper after the nap and chocolate, and she was tired from talking to (at least) 3/4 of the people at the wedding. I put my iPod on shuffle (rules: no skipping unless it was Christmas or depressing Beatles), and the ride through the country was lovely in the mist and half moon light.