Yesterday, we went to my cousin Natalie's wedding. She was a beautiful bride, and the reception was a blast. We didn't get to stay until the end, because Dahlia needed sleep, and we had a long drive home. Deason stayed, and I was told he danced up a storm the whole night.
It is amazing how adaptable you become living on a boat. We had to borrow a friends car to get to the wedding, and ended up getting a flat tire on the way home. We were in Falmouth when the flat occurred, and rolled into a local bar parking lot where there were flood lights. The car didn't have a jack, but the bouncer had one and was more than willing to help us. I think he was happy to avoid his job of dealing with the many conflicts that were going on in the parking lot. There was an abundance of colorful language being shouted back and forth, and we were happy to leave once the donut was on.
We were only 2 miles from the boat when the donut went flat. At this point we pulled the car into a church parking lot, packed up, and walked home at 1 am. A few months ago this would have been a big deal, and I probably would have shed a few tears out of frustration. Now, not so much. Dahlia was even happy to be walking around in the middle of the night too.
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