Cat Casserole: Cream Can Party

So, Andrea's friends Susie and Cameron got married a couple weeks ago. I was asked to play guitar at the wedding. I haven't actually touched the guitar in 6 months, but I obliged, serenading the crowd with acoustic renditions of some acoustic songs. Selections included "Panacea, " "Tears," and "Closer to the Heart" as well as 2 chords from "Crash" by Dave Matthews.

The highlight of the event for me was when, at the closing of the touching exchanging of vows, the minister then presented Susie and Cameron, and with a flourish, nodded and waved to me to begin playing.

Unfortunately, we didn't actually go over that part. I literally sat there staring, and to top it off, awkwardly slid my hand down, picking one of the strings, so you had this quiet moment, a flourish, a single string plucked, and nothing.

To save the day though, I began playing "Bacchus Plateau," to the relief of all in attendance.

So, we then traveled to the reception house, and enjoyed a great night. Couple observations:

I brought the trailer to stay the night. When someone tells you "There is plenty of room to park," that is a sure sign you need to check it out for yourself. Otherwise, you spend 20 minutes trying to wedge a trailer into a tiny slot. Just saying.
There apparently is a tradition called a cream can party. You add a bunch of what I would call compost into a milk can, hook it up via a hose to a propane tank, and then cook it. For hours. Now, the best part is, I am watching this in the driveway, and I have 50 people laughing at me because I have never heard of a "cream can party." I am watching people watch a milk can, filled with compost, hooked up to a propane tank, and they think I am out of it.
The majority of people in attendance were from the midwest, which I classify as the area between Colorado and New York. Specifically, there were a lot of people from North Dakota. Now, one thing I learned, the answer to most anything you say is one of two things: "Oh yeah?" or "Oh no?" For instance, "I have never seen a cream can party." "Oh no?" or "This Bud Light is delicious." "Oh yeah." or "I am going to chainsaw your face off, and sand down the remains to the bone." "Oh yeah?" Seriously. That is what they say.
Lastly, the next morning, I felt like I had been run over by a truck. I hand't drank that much, so I wasn't sure why, but then someone asked if I had tried "Wedding Whisky." Well, yes I had. They then showed me the bottle. It was an Everclear bottle, with a brown liquid. Apparently, they take Everclear and add carmelized sugar. This is called "Wedding Whisky." And that is the midwest.