A Wedding

I attended a wedding of a good friend some time ago. I enjoy the 'going' part of short trips like this; the hurried motion in airports and hotel lobbies. Also opening the door for room service at 3 AM in a half-shut bathrobe, bottle in one hand and ream of typing paper in the other creates this dizzy feeling; momentarily jumping back into the real world long enough to pull a silver cart into the pit and return once again to the humming command center...

Once again, names changed to protect the innocent

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