'Saturday In The Park...

...I think it was the Fourth of July. '

Even though it's not the 4th of July we did see a great concert by Chicago last week. As the Italians say, it was fantastico. They played for a solid two hours and you could tell they were enjoying themselves thoroughly. It was another beautiful Southern Oregon evening with clear skies and brilliant stars.

BTW: Our move in date has been pushed forward to possibly November 15th.

'Can you dig it (no, we can't)

And we've been waiting such a long time. For Saturday' (and to move in!)


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Kenny-our finish carpenter. He is a master craftsman. You gotta see his work.

Charles- the tile guy. An interesting kind of guy. We are holding our breath.














And from the Limo man...............................................

It has been a little slow but that is okay as we have been busy with the house. I had a wedding gig Saturday afternoon - early. I thought it was going to be quick and easy but noooooo.......... , as I was providing service for the "Beverly Hillbilly Girls". My silent name for them.

It was supposed to be a pickup in Central Point and a quick drop off at a park in Grants Pass. I did't even have to take them home. Great. I am thinking! I get to my pickup and of course the bride is not ready and some of her friends haven't arrived yet. We finally get going about 45 minutes later, 4 adult women and two teen girls.

We barely got in the car when one of the women said they needed to stop at a liquor store. I said sure of course, since I am still hoping for the big tip. Wow, was I dreaming or something! One of them went in and bought a bottle of Cuervo Gold. I thought to myself, Oh Oh...., this could be a long day but Grant Pass isn't far so I will just speed it up a bit. (Michelle and I call it Grants Ass just because)

We hadn't gotten out of the parking lot when someone else wanted me to stop down @ Circle K for some beer. Beer and Tequila Chasers, this could be interesting. Just don't mess up KC's limo with some limes and salt. She came back to the car with a half case of 16 ounce cans of Coors. Wierd. Who drinks Coors these days. Oh, well. (I am thinking, if I have to find another parking space for this 28 foot vehicle, before I drop them off, my tip better be really big)

Picture this! We are on the freeway now with the temperatures outside running at 96 degrees, so it is hard to keep the car cool particularly with all the stops.
The bride has a huge dress on that covers herself 3 times over and yells to me that she is hot. I would have had to put her in a freezer for an hour to keep her cool She didn't realize or care that I had the car running for 45 minutes while I was waiting for her to get ready, but with all the stops it had warmed a bit, plus the big dress and can I say, a large woman.

Now what do I do! I don't want to listen to this for the next 30 minutes. Well, I said that if I closed the solid window between me and them they might cool faster. She liked that and so I did since everyone could have some privacy (myself included!). It was a good call and she thought I was genuine which in this business you have to be. (By the way my boss had just spent $1400 on fixing the air conditioner on Tuesday) For now, everyone was happy.

As we approached Grants Ass someone banged on the solid window. They hadn't figured out how to open it yet. They wanted to make sure I knew where I was going. (They didn't know that I was in a hurry as well. No getting lost this time.)

We approached the park. It was nothing special but I should have known as I was in Hillbilly Country. The bride asked me to pull over before we entered the park. I pulled over on a wide place in the road and everyone hopped out. I guess we were supposed to meet the photographer here. She pulled up. It was an odd place for pictures. It was kind of dusty with a few trees off to the side of the road with some grass. One of the women had to pee so she proceeded to head for some bushes. Another women, who I will call the "director" told the photographer to get a picture of her friend in the bushes. They all got a kick out of that.

While the women were trying to figure out how to keep the bride cool the photographer lady asked me how long I was going to be with them. I said, I was dropping them off in the park prior to the wedding. She said she was stuck with them the rest of the day. I wished her the best of luck. I was waiting for everyone to get back in the car when the "director" told me she was 40. I was polite and told her I was surprised. ( but not) She then said that I should see her naked. "These really are the Beverly Hillbilly Girls!"

By now the bride was getting very hot again. We proceeded into the park. We had one more stop to make for more pictures. I was envisioning this beautiful place on the river but no, we stopped close to a small bridge that was covered with blackberry bushes. They all got out and the photographer was in pursuit. But wait the "director" had to pee now. Off she went to find a tree. More pictures. I was keeping my distance from these gals because I didn't want to interrupt anything.

Well the photographer began taking individual photos of the wedding party and I guess the booze had starting to take effect. You can only imagine some of the features displayed.

I thought we were heading out when the bride to be asked me if I could get some tissue for her. I said I would look. All I could find were some napkins. You guessed it. She had to pee as well. Well guess what, the wedding party all had to hold up her dress while she took care of business. Like I said, it was a big dress. Another meaning to dropping trow in the woods as my honey says.
So much for the Hillbilly wedding.

I woke up this morning and wondered how the rest of the day went for the photographer lady. She seemed very nice and a bit out of place.

G