My friends Josh and Lindsay finally got hitched last weekend in Charleston, SC. I made the trip out east, and I am so glad that I did. It was a beautiful wedding, the rehearsal dinner was amazing, and it was great to see them both. They married at a neat little Catholic church called
St. Mary's. It was a quick wedding, clocking in under 40 minutes. I was excited because I got to take a nap before the reception.
I wish I had taken more time off and my camera, because Charleston is a great city. It has all that southern charm that DC (which I love dearly) could never quite muster.
The trip out there wasn't quite as easy as I would have hoped. My flight left San Francisco at 11:30 PM on Thursday so I was a little tired when I connected in Cincinnati. So when I fell asleep at the gate waiting for the flight to Charleston I was really asleep. The Knapp's are known for being solid sleepers, and I held up the family name by sleeping right through the boarding. When I woke up the plane was just pulling away. I walked up in a daze and asked what happened. The lady at the desk said, "We called your name, hon." I was like, "Did you think to ask the guy who was drooling on himself 5 feet from the gate if he was Nathan?" She said, "Uh, no."
Luckily, they got me on a flight just a few hours later. Since I was only an hour an
d a half from home I called my parents and asked if they wanted to come over to Cincinnati for lunch. They graciously agreed, and while I waited I decided to have a latte from Starbucks. No problem, right? (WRONG!) I was ecstatic when they showed up, and we headed for lunch. We had a great chat and lunch and were about ready to leave the restaurant when I excused myself to go to the restroom. Fast forward two hours later to an empty stomach, a quick trip to the emergency room door, and a pondering of what just gave me food poisoning.
Given the timing, I'm pretty sure it was the latte. The guy who ordered after me sent his back because his wasn't warm. I didn't even think about it until later, but that couldn't have been a good sign. Has anyone heard of getting sick from a bad latte?
Well, long story short, I skipped the emergency room and barely made it back for my connection. This made the trip all the more memorable, and the fact that I got to see my parents really helped make the trip. (Otherwise I might still be curled up in the bathroom at the Cincinnati airport.)
