After living in DC for 5 years I still thought I was in touch with my Southern side (to the extent I ever had one). While I don't say hi to people I don't know on the street (ok, except for the crossing guard this morning...) I still let people turn in front of me in rush hour traffic. But trying to plan a Charleston wedding from DC has led me to realize that I'm now completely out of touch. Here's a conversation I had with a caterer last night:
S – We’d like to change some of the hors d’oeuvres. Do you think we could have the proscuitto wrapped asparagus in the place of the sweet potato biscuits? C (with southern gay guy accent) – Oh sweetie, I’ve been to lots of weddings and no one likes the proscuitto wrapped asparagus. Why don’t we do some grits and gravy? S – ummm… what about the caviar canapés? C – Oh, no! No one likes the caviar canapés. They sound good but I can tell you the pimento cheese finger sandwiches are much better. S – well… my fiancé’s Persian and I’m French and we’d like to incorporate our cultures into the menu. C – (long pause as he tries to remember whether France is next to Mexico and figure out why I’m marrying a cat interrupted by a stroke of genius….) Oh! What about a croissant BLT?!
After five years living in DC I'm still getting used to the winter but this has definitely been the best one yet. Not only did we have a huge snow but I also got a new coat that's kept me warm allowing me to enjoy being outside. And today it was in the 50s so Sohail and I took a hike. Otherwise we've been having a wonderful time indoors with Deena and Chris' visit, Sohail's parents for dinner, and Sohail's friend Leon from NY this weekend.