i usually make the drive from knoxville to memphis late in the day, so when i cross the tennessee river and enter west tennessee, the heavy traffic, bright sun and oppressive heat have broken. and i breathe more deeply, slowly and easily.
june 12, 2011, interstate 40, carroll county, tenn.
driving across tennessee with my wedding dress in tow reminds me of a trip i took with friends to oxford, ohio in 2007 for a friend’s wedding. i rode up from nashville with two guy friends, and we watched borat on a laptop. the wedding was at the university of miami, ohio, where the bride and groom went to school. after a lovely afternoon wedding we pub crawled hard into the wee hours of the morning with the newlyweds. the next day i had a sandwich for lunch that was my first experience with pretzel bread. it was named after ben rothlisberger and it changed my life. my two friends and i crammed back into the tiny two-door sports car, and this time the bride’s wedding dress rode with me in the back seat all the way to nashville.
a lot of crazy tales came from that weekend wedding trip. i hope our wedding can compare.
june 12, 2011, lebanon, tenn.
