kristy bowen | writer & book artist

It has been a whirl and a wonder of a week, which involved, in no particular order, a hasty last-minute shift of wedding venue, a reorganization of the menu, considerable amounts of tequila, one very beautiful and bougie hotel, my first attempt at karaoke, and, of yeah, 95+ degree heat on the daily that made all of the things more challenging than they should have been.   Last Wednesday morning, I realized that the planned park setting, while one of the most beautiful places I have been, was not gong to work once the mercury climbed above 90. I had planned for maybe temps in the 80s, maybe even rain or storms, but it was the kind of expected heat that could have been deadly at worst, highly uncomfortable at best. While I initially frantically had suggested we do the official stuff on Saturday and postpone the picnic festivities til September or so, J was able to somehow miraculously find an alternate location in the same town that was open Saturday and somehow even in our rema...