I'm sitting on the terrace of the Park Lane in Birmingham feeling quite stuffed. The food was too good. It was mostly hors d'oeuvres buffet style. The bride even chose to have a shrimp and grits bar. We don't get shrimp and grits in Maryland.
I can see the bride through the window dancing with her friends and the groom working the room. They were dancing a slow number a few minutes ago.
The cake became self-serve after the initial rush, and I was the lucky one to get the next tier servable by removing the support plate and crumbs from the decimated layer above. I was just trying to get myself a piece and before I knew it, there were six people wanting pieces next to me.
Fern was quick to find and hang with the posse of new friends, children and cousins of the bride and groom, and of course embarrassed to have parents dancing close by. Oh well.
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Actually, all I was going to say was
"Was the cake worth the trouble?"
and "woohoo for the dancing!"
Are you all as busy as it looks out there in Maryland? I haven't seen hide nor hair from ya all.
Shrimp and grits? Yuck. I'm one Southerner who has no use for grits.
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