The bride as a teenager, standing in front of the Berkeley dorm where her mother and I met in 1970 |
First swimsuit |
Last weekend we made a trek to Southern California to attend the wedding of my friend Debbie's daughter, Libby.
Debbie and I met in 1970 in a dorm at Berkeley, so we're talking about a 44-year friendship here. When Libby arrived in 1986, I bought her first swimsuit and started sending a party dress to mark each birthday. When she was a teenager, she visited me a couple of times for a weekend (lots of movies and shopping).
Libby at two in her birthday dress |
Now she was going to marry her long-time boyfriend, Francis. This was an event I wouldn't miss.
The invitation |
So last Friday Jerry and I drove down I-5 (does it get any duller?), escaping at Bakersfield (which gets the Golden Armpit Award), and then driving through miles of desert to Hesperia, where the Walmart is so big that I thought it was a state prison. This may be the only town on the planet that has a car pawn shop.
Debbie lives 15 miles up the road, in higher desert, on 2-1/2 acres of native habitat, a much nicer place. The wedding was going to be at her house.
We headed there the first night for the rehearsal dinner, which didn't seem to involve a rehearsal, but the food was very good.
The setting |
Libby in blue, with her sister Annie |
Good food |
The sun sank behind the mountains...
...and the lights came on:
Jerry was so entranced by the native flora (Joshua trees and juniper, among other things) that he put out a bug trap overnight, and early the next morning, we left our motel and drove to Debbie's house to collect it:
The bug trap. Don't ask. |
Signs to be posted... |
...but the porta-potties were in place. |
Some chairs set up for the ceremony |
The aisle the bride would walk up
The sun rose, and we drove back to Hesperia to our motel.
More to come...
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