Spent this last weekend in NC, celebrating the occasion of my sister’s wedding. I’ve never actually gotten all teary at weddings, and had chalked the whole idea up to an urban myth. And yet, there I was, all sniffley as she walked down the aisle.

So proud.

Said wedding was in Asheville, NC - a beautiful little city that I recommend anyone on the east coast with a leaning towards the arts go visit.

Because this was my family thing that I was dragging Bill to, I was in charge of all the travel arrangements. We have since decided that this is not always a good idea. Figuring that the simplest thing would be to fly directly from Newark to Asheville, I didn’t give any thought to the actual size of a 50 seater plane until Bill looked out the window of the airport terminal, looked at me, and gave a look that said “I’m getting into what?”

I’ll know better next time.

So I was miss economical for the entire trip - except when I walked over to the car rental counter, and found myself renting a Cadillac. I figure, it’ll be the closest I get to something like that for at *least* a decade, so why not enjoy it?

And I did enjoy it - after I stopped hyperventillating about spending so much. (I have issues.)