This weekend, K and I traveled to Birmingham, AL for her cousin's wedding. I felt blessed to have been welcomed into such a tight-knit family. Say what you want about Alabama (or the South) for that matter, but there's no ignoring Southern Hospitality.
The groom is a pilot in the US Air Force and so it was very fitting that the rehearsal dinner was at the Southern Museum of Flight. Food was great. The wait staff asked me if I wanted grape juice instead of champagne. As "pay back," I drank beer and tipped them lots. After the formal program, we perused the airplanes that were everywhere and we even got to sit in a few of them.