Iowa wedding

I can honestly say that I loved Iowa City! It was a great, long weekend. I felt like I was there for weeks, instead of just three days and nights. The wedding was small, sheets of grey tool (called silver) hung on the bleak walls of the reception venue/storage facility. And Megan was finally married, after a long walk, by the side of a highway. It was wonderful. Their wedding so much reflected the couple's personalities: relaxed and serene and "who gives a fuck, we love each other; let's get married (after six months of dating)!" Brad (Megan's now-husband) proposed in a soft, southern whisper, late one night in the bed they shared. And its been a magical whirlwind ever since. Brad deserted his born-and-bred Mississippi, his family, his loved dog Cocoa, and followed corn-bred Megan to Iowa. What love! There were stars, my friends, great, shooting stars that fell over the cornfields, as we danced, drank, ate, and celebrated.