Photo-A-Day #1940

Today Allison, Eva and I made our way up to Fitchburg to visit with Allison’s grandparents John and Eva. We had lunch with them so that they could visit with Eva. Eva introduced Great-Grandma Eva to the iPad (Eva even asked us for one of her own the other day, we are in trouble). Eva had the Great-Grandparents enthralled with her antics and how well she used the iPad and understood her letters. Eva loves playing the SuperWhy App on the iPad.

Eva was staying with Bob and Jackie for the night because Allison and I were headed to New Hampshrie for a wedding. The wedding was at the Granite Rose, a pretty nice facility out in Hampstead, New Hampshrie. We are family friends of the groom’s side. Allison’s parents came back up for the wedding and we caught up with them and Allison’s brother and sister-in-law. The ceremony was a quick one and then it was inside for appetizers and conversation.

The groom is a big football fan and all the tables had penants for different teams on each table and the place cards had stickers of the team helmets. They also had a well stocked Candy Bar with little baggies and everything. The bar would open when the DJ played “Pour Some Sugar On Me”. I thought that was a fun touch. I think everyone else did too because when the bar opened it had a longer line than the regular bar did.

We ended up sitting witht he DJ and the photographers. I asked the DJ if he had any Rock Sugar and he said that he did but had to see if it was in his CDs. I think he had no clue who the band was because when I checked with him later he said he didn’t have it. I’m pretty sure he had never heard of the band. It is too bad because I think this crowd really would have liked the songs. I mean, one of the uncles of the bride was still rocking a mullet.

We had a nice time and on the way home I got to meet a Detective from the Hampstead Police Department. Apparently one of my headlights was out. I had no idea and later as we were driving down the highway it really looked like they were both on. The Detective gave me a verbal warning. When he came back from his cruiser he said that we made him feel like a real redneck. I was like, “What, oh great I’m getting hauled out of this car” But it turns out that he was the detective investigating a bank robbery where the same robber hit a bank in Hampstead and also one in North Attleboro. He saw that my registration spelled Attleboro as Attleborough (Many of the towns near me have the double spellings). He said that he’d been sending reports to the FBI using the “boro” spelling. We had a slightly uncomfortable laugh and then were on our way.