I kissed a baby cow while wearing high heels.
We went grocery shopping at BB’s, an Amish paradise in which you find bargains like 50 cent jars of chutney, or 9 full-size Butterfingers for $1.50, or a slightly smashed box of Cheez-Its for 75 cents, or apples for 39 cents/pound. It was like God raining down manna from heaven, and packing it in the trunk of my car for the return trip.
Rebecca was a GORGEOUS bride. But of course, I never got a picture of her handsome groom. Way to go, Annie. How can you even be related to the Parsons Photographers?
Other gems: I met both Paul’s parents and Graham’s parents (I love meeting my friend’s parents). We ate amazing home-cooked meals at the Zimmerman-Clayton household. I wore a sweatshirt that said “Penn State Mom” most of the time. There were chocolate chip cream cheese cupcakes at Central Market. I learned a lot about the Amish. We watched an hilariously awful movie called “The Happening.” Paul and I ran for 7 miles through the farmland – but wait, that was terrible.
We documented our car ride to Pennsylvania. In the beginning we are full of enthusiasm, but soon spiral to misery, and then to sleepy insanity. We had absolutely no desire to film our return trip – we were too busy driving through a blizzard and discussing the world’s problems, using words unfit for camera – so unfortunately (but trust me – fortunately), this is all I have for you.