The Mini 'Moon
The morning after the wedding, was wild. I awoke a little hung over, wondering what had happened to all of the left over booze, and I found it in the hotel's store room near the office. Next, there was the matter of packing up and schmoozing in the lobby. The wedding party showed up to help with the packing. We also divided up the booze among them all. In preparation for Jessica's wedding, I had also brought an extra 24 bottles of mead, and 24 bottles of cranberry cider, which I offloaded that morning. My father had lost his camera (he thought, at the time) and buzzed around before going off on his own adventure (camping and hiking in the Hocking Hills). We finally made it out of town, and took the long, winding road south (I-77) through Wytheville (our one-time romantic destination) and cut west on I-81 (past Johnson City). On the drive, we robbed our wedding cards for toll money (found fifty $2 bills), and down in a West Virginia holler at roadside rest for lunch: leftovers