When I got engaged last year, one of the first things that came to mind when I started thinking about the wedding was that I HAD to have my friend Lauren play her guitar and sing a song. She's got an awesome voice, great taste, and she's one of my best friends.
Fast forward... The wedding was great, Lauren's song was beautiful. Our most distinguished guest was my husband's 90-year old grandpa, who made the trek to Northern California from Florida. Now, Grandpa's an interesting guy. First off, he's huge. Secondly, he has an intense southern accent... think Foghorn Leghorn, but giant. And really old. Did I mention he's 90?? And Southern?? When we called Grandpa to ask what the highlights of the wedding were for him, he said "Well, I started talking to this guitar playin' fella... TURNS OUT, HE'S A LADY!"
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My first guest blog post by my dear friend Ali:
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Yay! Lotsa love to you, guitar playin' lady! Thanks for letting me guest blog... wow, such an honor.ReplyDelete
I still see "he salady" when I look at this. I love this blog, by the by. I feel like I've always wanted to read this very blog as a lover and appreciator of gender-confusion.ReplyDelete