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I meant to write this post a few days ago, but time seemed to have gotten away from me again...

Labor Day Weekend was awesome. [ profile] doomsey and I drove out to Quincy, Illinois-- a town on the Mississippi River-- for [ profile] forestdruid's wedding. Since [ profile] doomsey was best man, he left on Thursday to help [ profile] forestdruid and his soon-to-be wife run errands and, in general, get things set up for the ceremony on Sunday. I left late Friday morning with [ profile] doomsey's parents and we pulled into Quincy just in time for dinner. My in-laws got dinner on their own, but [ profile] doomsey and I ate with the bride and groom's relatives. They were an awesome bunch, so I had tons of fun. I also got to practice speaking German with A's father. (Ich kann nicht so gut Deutsch sprechen. Did I say that right?)

[And since this gets kind of long...I'm going to have to put it all behind some cuts. Feel free to jump to the parts that sound interesting...or not read at all].

On Saturday, [ profile] doomsey, [ profile] forestdruid, and I all drove across the Mississippi River to Hannibal, Missouri-- Mark Twain's childhood home and the setting for The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin. We bought tickets to see Cameron Cave, one of the most extensive caves in the northern hemisphere. Since there was an hour-and-a-half wait until the next tour, we drove over to Lover's Leap, which was situated on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi. Then, we wandered back into town and walked around there for awhile.

Finally, we headed back to Cameron Cave. Unlike the Mark Twain Cave, this one had no overhead electricity; visitors had to carry a lantern in order to see. Cameron Cave is also free of graffiti-- also unlike the Mark Twain Cave-- since the person who discovered the cave on his property specified in his will that the cave was to be kept exactly as it had been found. Nothing could be destroyed and nothing could be taken out of it., and if someone were to vandalize it, it would have to be shut down indefinitely.

The cave itself were amazing. Too bad I didn't attempt to take any pictures. I didn't have [ profile] doomsey bring his camera because a) he'd have one more thing to lug around and b) you probably couldn't get any decent pictures because the lighting is so bad. Anyhow, most of the cave was a series of long, narrow passageways, with one or two corridors opening up every ten feet or so. One could easily get lost down there if they were separated in from the group!

The guide who led the tour was also amusing. He kept threatening to leave us down in the cave if we didn't laugh at his jokes. At one point, there was a tiny part of the cave that kids and limber adults could crawl through. It was called Bear Hollow. The guide reassured everybody going into the hollow that there weren't any bears down there. Then, when everybody going into the hollow was all the way down, he cupped his hands over his mouth and started making bear noises. Fortunately, nobody freaked out because they realized that the guy was something of a clown. Here's another joke that he pulled on us.

Guide: You see how the ceiling of this section of the cave is flat? Well, we're standing right under highway [I forget the number]. If you're quiet and you listen very carefully, you might hear a truck passing overhead.

Guide: Actually, that bit of flat rock is shale, and… [he goes on to explain how it was formed].

Yeah…turns out that he was pulling a fast one on us….

In the afternoon, we met up with [ profile] doomsey's parents for lunch-- [ profile] doomsey's mom opted to not visit any of the caves because she didn't pack appropriate footwear. [ profile] doomsey and [ profile] forestdruid had to leave after lunch in order to do more wedding stuff, so I spent the rest of the afternoon with [ profile] doomsey's parents. We wandered around downtown Hannibal, went in a few shops, and then visited Mark Twain's childhood home, reconstructions of Huckleberry Finn's house, a pharmacy, and the Justice of the Peace's Office. Unfortunately, the House on Haunted Hill and Becky Thatcher's House were closed. Before we went back to Quincy, we also visited a toy train museum. Very cute!

In the evening, we went back to Quincy to attend a party at the bride's parents' house. The bride and her sister had bought at slip-in-slide for the occasion and some of the adults were planning on playing on it, but it turned out to be a bit too chilly to use. Some of the kids braved the weather and took a few slides down it though.

The next day was the wedding. Since we had some time to kill in the morning, [ profile] doomsey's family and I went on an hour long riverboat ride down the Mississippi River. It was very scenic and I got a bunch of good pictures. It was also a surprisingly smooth ride. I guess I'm to used to boat rides on the lake and the ocean where the water is much choppier.

I had to be back somewhat early since A. had asked me to be the semi-official photographer for the wedding. So…we drove back to the hotel, I got dressed, and I hurried over to Villa Catherine-- a small mansion on the shore of the Mississippi River-- to take pictures of the grounds and, of course, the bride and groom. It was a bit challenging to take decent pictures inside the Villa Catherine because the main room was so small and there were a lot of pillars blocking the view, but I managed. Some of them turned out very nice…and I got help from [ profile] doomsey, the expert on all things photography.

There was only one mishap on the wedding. Towards the end of the evening, I gave [ profile] doomsey the camera so that I could get some dancing in. Well, one of my friends had a little too much to drink and started moshing to a Nirvana song. After jumping into one of his friends, he fell. He ended up stomping right on my ankle. Uh…ow? That was pretty much the end of my evening because my ankle starting bruising and swelling up. I ended up spending the rest of the evening holding ice to it. Thankfully, the swelling has gone down and it's not too painful to walk on, but I do have a very colorful bruise there.

Also, to make matters worse, one of my friends handed me four ibuprofen and told me to take them. I asked them if it was okay to take that much ibuprofen because I had drunk some mead, but they insisted that I would be fine. Yeah…no. No sooner had I laid down for the evening to get some shut eye, I started getting nauseous. This culminated in a race to the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach. And every time I tried to lay down, I would get sick to my stomach. This went on until after two thirty in the morning. Oy! :P

The next morning, [ profile] doomsey and I helped A. pack up some remaining stuff from the site of the wedding. Then, we made the drive back to Chicago. I was hoping to split the drive with [ profile] doomsey, but he wound up driving the entire way back because the ankle that went kaputt was my driving ankle. Doh! But yeah…aside from having a messed up ankle, I had a wonderful time this past weekend.'s getting late. Maybe if I get some time over the next couple of days, I'll post some pictures....

Date: 2010-09-10 12:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Re: Your German. yep, looks about right. "Ja, Sie haben Sie sich das richtig sagen."

Date: 2010-09-11 01:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lark_ascends
That sounds like an awesome time, other than for the ankle and the ibuprofen disaster.


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