Fall Weddings Bring California Prices

It's no great secret that the months of September through December are pretty much the only thing that gets me through the other eight. I'm a pretty big fan of Autumn. I love the changing light, the cooler air (in other parts of the country), the endless options for pumpkin desserts. I even love football season -- although it usually means I fall one more rung on RP's list of priorities (current standings: 1. football 2. surfing. 3. beach triplexes. 4. KP).

Just kidding. Mostly.

This week, I loved fall because I got to spend a bit of it in Utah. Since it'd been a good year since I'd visited the beehive state, I was due for some quality time with some of the world's greatest people. With RP's BFF (sorry, that was a lot of acronyms) getting married, I not only had a few extra hours sans husband to catch up with MY BFF, but I also got some much-needed catch-up time with some of my favorite Prices.

The weekend started with a six-mile run workout with my cute sis-in-law Jessica Saturday morning, wherein we realized that we liked chatting more than we liked running.

Then I got to head downtown for lunch with my bestie. The food at Blue Lemon was second to my long-anticipated meeting of little Miss Delilah -- who was as delightful as she was cute.

After lunch, RP and I were all about romance. Well, not our own. Nearly late for the wedding as-is, we stopped by WalMart to pick up some snacks and goodies to give the new couple a honeymoon basket. Wherein I realized why I don't go to Walmart:

WalMart Checker: "Someone's having a romantic night tonight!"

KP: "(laughs) Not us!"

WalMart Checker: "Your daughter?"

KP: "..........no............"

I'm not sure what's worse about this conversation -- the fact that I look old enough to have an adult daughter or the fact that she would obviously be the person to whom I'm giving honeymoon supplies. Maybe she just thought I was hoping to make the cast of Teen Moms.

After that harrowing experience, we made it to the wedding (and I was classy enough to leave my cane and dentures at home).

RP tried not to steal the show. But I can't say he succeeded:

After this kind of frivolity, luckily we were left to simply enjoy some family time -- and three (yes THREE) football games. What with BYU and USC bringing on the disappointment, I pled with the universe on behalf of the Eagles. Luckily, the Universe took pity, and now Philadelphia is 2-0 and RP has yet to kill himself.

We love you, Utah. Now if only you lived in California.