One wild, weird weekend
(This was an alternative column I wrote that was never published.)
My life keeps getting more surreal by the day.
The weekend of March 13-14 makes a perfect example. My
oldest son, Wesley, lives near Orlando, Fla., and that Saturday he got married
again. He and Dena were supposed to have a big wedding last April, but as the
pandemic began closing everything down, they hurried up and essentially eloped
a month early on St. Patrick’s Day. My wife got to fly in to be there, but the
rest of us watched on Facebook Live.
Wes and Dena didn’t have a honeymoon and they were
basically denied the big wedding they had planned. So they waited a year and
redid their vows with a full-blown ceremony and reception. That was the purpose
of our visit that weekend. Most of the family arrived in Florida the Wednesday
before. I flew in Friday night, arriving just after midnight. We had three
families staying at a beach rental in Cape Canaveral, which is close to the
wedding venue. That morning as Wesley and his brothers left to get ready, the
rest of us took a stroll on the beach. At that same time, my daughter in
Colorado was texting photos of the two feet of snow in her yard.
When the rest of us got to the venue, everything began to
unravel. On our way there, we got a panic call from Wes saying they had no
topper for the cake. We assured him we would take care of it, although we
didn’t know how. When the bartender arrived, there was no booze. Each thought
the other was providing it. Fortunately, she had time to run out and get some.
When Dena’s mother arrived, she brough the wrong box and Dena was left without
the jewelry she had picked out. Other glitches arose but each was overcome.
When the cake arrived, it was a sight to behold.
Three-fourths of it was a traditional, lacy layer cake. One fourth of it was
done in a steampunk style. It had all kinds of gears, pipes and knobs sticking
out of it. Hidden in a tiny alcove was a gnome, which was supposed to be part
of the original cake topper before Dena smartly vetoed it.
Because Wes and Dena like steampunk, the boutonnieres were
metal roses. The leftover roses made the perfect cake topper and it all looked
like it was planned. It was the most memorable wedding cake I’ve ever seen.
The wedding ceremony was outdoors (next to a cow pen) and
was conducted by Lt. Col. Brandon Moore, who is Wesley’s uncle and an Army
chaplain. I was able to stream the service live on Facebook for the rest of the
family who couldn’t be there to see. After the service we retreated inside the
barn for the reception. I swelled with pride to see how well Wesley’s teenage
brothers handled the toast. They seem so grown-up now.
The rest of the evening was very enjoyable with plenty of
food, dancing and socializing.
Now this is the point where things started to get
strange. That night was daylight savings, so we all had to remember to set our
clocks ahead an hour. That normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but we all got up
at 5:30 a.m. and strolled out to the beach to watch as SpaceX launched a Falcon
9 rocket into space and its booster safely returned for an upright landing on a
drone barge at sea. It was an incredible sight to see. That was the third
launch I have seen and the first at night.
The launch, however, was just the beginning of our space
adventure. A group of us went to Kennedy Space Center for the day. My wife,
Sandy, her sister, Susan Moore, and four of our kids all went. We’re all big
space geeks. Sandy and Susan’s parents worked at Johnson Space Center for a
while during the Apollo program.
The highlight of the visit was seeing Space Shuttle
Atlantis. It is beautifully displayed at an angle and can be viewed from three
levels. An unexpected bonus was seeing a display of some of the wreckage from
space shuttles Challenger and Columbia. I did not know that was there and it
was breathtaking. The first launch I’ve ever seen was Columbia in 1995. The
launch held the record for the most delays, so Atlantis was already on the
adjacent pad. I saw Atlantis again about 10 or 11 years ago as it flew overhead
on the airplane on a return to JSC. Finally seeing it up close was mesmerizing.
We also enjoyed seeing the Mercury Sigma 7 and Gemini 9A capsules and other
artifacts.
The next morning, I had a 6 a.m. flight home on Frontier
(the rest of the family was staying longer). We hit a 20-minute detour on our
way to the airport and I got their 50 minutes before the flight. I arrived to
huge lines at the check-in counter. Ten minutes after arriving, an agent told
me the flight closed five minutes earlier. I missed my flight and Frontier was
quite rude about it to me and another passenger in the same predicament.
To make a long story short (believe me, I’d love to rant
about Frontier because this isn’t the first bad experience I’ve had with them),
I ended up with a ticket on Southwest that got me home only two hours later
than planned.
I got to work and was thoroughly exhausted. I was running
on about four hours of sleep and suffering from both the daylight savings time
change and jet lag. I managed to get through the day on adrenaline, lots of
coffee, and my head spinning with treasured memories of space shuttles, rocket
launches and a wedding that went off without a hitch (they were already
married, so no hitch). The best part of it all was experiencing everything
(minus the flight mishap) with my family. We’ve got a weekend to remember for a
long time to come.