Friday morning I got up before the cocks started crowing and boarded a flight to Boston, Massachusetts to attend my cousin Colleen's wedding. The ceremony was held by the shore down in Falmouth on Cape Cod, so after my flight landed, I rented a car and drove myself down.
The invitation warned that their might be "beach weather," and despite a sunny morning, Cape Cod did not fail to deliver a foggy afternoon. I have to say though, after the summer we had in DC, a little cool weather was a welcome respite.
Colleen looked stunning in her wedding dress. Here she is being walked down the aisle by Uncle Bob and Auntie Judy.
And here are my cousins Bridget, Melanie, and Joey (or is it Joe now?) wishing their sister and new brother-in-law a happy life together. The bald guy isn't family, by the way. He was the super cool wedding DJ.
I don't get up to Massachusetts often enough and it is always great seeing the family. The greatest thing about going up there? Being taller than Bobbie and Sean, my two older cousins.
It was a short trip, but definitely worth it. Congrats Colleen and Brian!
The next morning I got up and drove back to Boston for my flight to DC. Along the way I stopped for 30 minutes in Plymouth (I only had one quarter for the parking meter).
I took a picture of Plymouth Rock.
Then I ran over to the Mayflower II, a replica of the original Mayflower, and spent 15 minutes and $10 rubbing elbows with about 50 German tourists.