My brother is one of my favorite people. When he went away to college, I missed him terribly and in the midst of teenage angst, my exasperated parents would send me to stay with him for the weekend, hoping he could figure me out. He didn't pry into my life, he just listened, and became a close friend.
I knew there was no way I would do this trip without him there for support, and I also knew there isn't anyone in the world I'd rather go to Nashville with. My brother is an incredibly talented musician, and totally into food. (Just an FYI, because I'm still bitter. My brother got the dimples, the musical genes, the good teeth and the good eyebrows. I just got the leftover mutant genes, such as the ability to fold a paper airplane and remember what people ordered at restaurants.)
I'm a California Native, and having never traveled to the south, I was a bit alarmed at how many people warned me, "The South is different..." However, I knew everything would be okay once I stepped off the plane and saw this.
We actually had to drive an hour outside of Nashville to get to where the festivities were taking place. I was amazed at how green everything was. It is gorgeous.
The place we stayed wasn't quite on par with the Four Seasons, so we opted not to go for a dip in the aluminum pool.
I was baffled to see Mac'n'Cheese and Spiced Apples listed under "Vegetables" on the menu. The food was very good and very heavy. The biscuits were crazy fluffy and I rediscovered that I love carbs and butter.
My Dad and Steplady had a lovely party the night before the wedding for friends and family.
One thing I love about my new family, is that they insisted on jeans for the party. I threw on some pearls to quiet my mother's voice in my head. I can just hear her saying, "Well, at the very least, put on a skirt and some lipstick..." I heard her voice in my head a lot on this trip.
By the next day, my dad was on the mend, just in time for the nuptials. It was good to see my dad happy, but it was still weird to see his arm around another lady.
The next morning, I was sad to leave the south. My brother and I had the best time together and I found Southern Hospitality to be endearing.
Total # of times I was told some form of "Bless your heart" or "Have a blessed day": 23
Total # of times I laughed with my brother: 1,172