But I digress (or regress).
I should have opened this posting with the reason for my journey. My nephew Kyle and his fiancé are getting married in Cashiers (pronounced cashurs for the non Carolina bunch.) It's the latest in our string of destination weddings that are designed for a few close family and friends (usually under 50) but in my family that means 200.
My brother-in-law Mark picked me up at the Ashville airport. He and I were the last to arrive on Friday as we both worked earlier this week and we missed the pre-wedding madness that consumed our wives. It's about an hour drive to Cashiers but we found out that by adding just one more short hour ... we could detour to Cherokee. Guess what? There's a casino there. Figuring no one would miss us for a while, we spent time at Harrah's.
Keli was there telling stories of seeing rows of Christmas trees on a mountain (wondering if they would be lit up one night and why some were so tiny). She was amazed to know that people actually grew these for sale. (I think she must have thought that they were hatched from reindeer). There were many more comments that I can't write here. But needless to say there was a lot of beer and a lot of wine.
As we were leaving I heard someone say. "Party at Momberg's place." Really? Really. Beer Pong was talked about right before I closed my bedroom door and went to sleep.