Monday, March 3, 2008

Nice Day for a Wedding

My dad and his wife, Jean, were up for a visit, this weekend. Jean's daughter (and my dad's step-daughter), Kathy, married Rex in Nevada City on Saturday. It was a lovely day, which isn't necessarily a given up here this time of year.

They chose the upstairs parlor of the Historic National Hotel--the longest, continuously functioning hotel west of the Mississippi (long time since I spelled "Mississippi"). Barring fires (just routine, in those days), it's been going since about 1850, like everything else, around here. The Holbrooke Hotel in neighboring Grass Valley features some minutely different historical claim (like, oldest, continuously running hotel west of the Mississippi where Mark Twain stayed, or sat at the bar, or walked by and looked in, or some such). We major in
History around here. The National is, perhaps, a little too historically authentic. While the parlor is very Victorian la-di-dah, the building, itself, could use just a bit of good old 21st-century restoration. Last May, we took both our moms (plus Dylan and Erica) to the Mother's Day Brunch, there. Two words: "cheesy" and "fleabag". I hope they have good insurance. Guests should wear hard hats.

But the wedding was lovely, and Kathy and Rex were quite the radiant couple. They've each been married, before, and have grown kids (Rex has grandkids), but there was an air of first-time excitement and pre-ceremony jitters, all the same. With the reception a short walk up the street in the garden patio of the Posh Nosh, it was all very nice and atmospheric. And a fun party. We wish them a long and happy life together.


Here are a few pics: Kathy and Jean (showing off Kathy's bridal footwear), Dad shooting a few of his own, and Kathy and Rex with Dad and Jean (left) and Jerry (Kathy's bio-dad) and his wife Susie (right).

And, now, for something completely different. I might have posted this, before, but I couldn't find it, so I'm running it, again, maybe. Ever get tired of shopping at those big box retail outlets? What about shopping on a train track? http://www.break.com/index/train-runs-through-bangkok-market.html