Summers are Better in Maine

This past weekend was a complete blur.

The weekend started early...I took Friday off and headed up to Maine to attend an old friend's wedding. Basically took the whole day to get there (thanks to ridiculous traffic near the bridge leading into South Island), and we arrived with only a few minutes to spare to the cookout. The couple had rented out the entire Inn where the reception was. It was like summer camp. Had a lobster or two (after all, it was Maine) and some great ice cream (flown in from where Marty and Grace had their first date) before eventually grabbing some shuteye.

Caught a 7:00am tee time here on Saturday morning with the groom's father and family. I shot pretty poorly, but the groom's father managed to shoot a 64. Granted he's been the U.S. Amateur champion in years past, and is the president of Columbia Country Club. But still, the only thing more frustrating than playing a bad round of golf is playing a bad round and watching someone play a phenomenal round. On the same course. In front of you. Kinda makes you feel like it's you. Which, of course, it is...

The wedding went well, although it was 90+ degrees in the church (apparently, there's no air conditioning in Maine). The reception was nice also, down by the water at Boothbay Harbor. Left early the next morning, drove back to Boston and got back home Sunday evening.

I did happen to catch some sort of summer cold (although I think it might have been from my roommate who caught something when he was over in Zambia last week). Oh well. I guess nothing's perfect. Although if you ask me, summers in Maine come pretty darn close.