We're not in Kansas anymore, but then again we never were.
I recently returned from a wedding in Missouri. I had never been to Missouri before (or as true Missourians say it, "Missourah"). The word tossed around all weekend to describe things was "surreal." It was surreal to be in a place that previously had only existed in my imagination--the mythical origin of my friend, the bride. It was surreal for her that the friends she had known in DC were now with her in her hometown. It was as if we were all keeping our eyes open for a rift in the space-time continuum.
The wedding itself was beautiful. The wedding planner, obviously experienced, even remarked that she had never had a wedding go so perfectly. It was like being dropped feet-first into a fairytale.
Since we--myself and the girl I was travelling with--stayed the whole weekend, we got to explore some of the sights of Springfield. Brad Pitt is apparently from the same town, but sadly we didn't get a chance to stalk his parents' house or anything.
On the way back, we drove through Kansas City. Parts of it are absolutely beautiful. I thought to myself that I would like to come back and see it sometime, but who plans a vacation to Kansas City, unless they have relatives there or something? Nevertheless, it's on my list.
Merry Christmas Meredith
Posted by: Marie on December 24, 2003 09:33 AM