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Living in Raleigh, I always forget that I'm in the South. With RTP smack in the middle, 95% of the population here are transplanted Yankees, Pooh and me included. The southerners that are here seem to be old Southern money familes, and they live in the stately older homes inside the beltline... at least that's my impression.
But travel just a few counties over and it's Hicksville USA. And I was reminded of that yesterday at a wedding we attended.
The ceremony was beautiful, the location was the envy of every bride that has ever walked down the aisle - Duke University Chapel (http://www.chapel.duke.edu). Since the bride earned her Masters there, it was of course the perfect location.
Pooh and I snuck in late, much to our embarrasment, forgetting what parking was like on a college campus, so I didn't get to people watch the other guests arriving as I usually like to do.
So the reception was shocking. We arrived before the bride and groom, naturally, and got to see all of the guests. Pooh was in his dark grey suit, a little heavy for summer, but I had lightened it up a bit with a white oxford and a lime green tie. I was, of course, in a dress.
When we walked into the reception room, I thought surely the man in grungy khakis and a t-shirt (yes, a t-shirt) was a vacationing hotel guest that had found himself in the wrong room of the hotel - after all, who sits at a wedding receptin reading a newspaper??
Unfortunately I was wrong. Next a woman and two kids, equally sloppily dressed, came and sat with him. The Bride and Groom arrived, were introduced, had their first dance. Surely, I thought, the paper would be put away. But no, there he sat, paper fully spread out, in his khakis and tshirt, READING while the couple was having its first dance.
I am still shocked. I wasn't aware that people could actually be this ignorant. But then again, as my MIL would say "Well, SUE, it IS North Carolina after all"
But travel just a few counties over and it's Hicksville USA. And I was reminded of that yesterday at a wedding we attended.
The ceremony was beautiful, the location was the envy of every bride that has ever walked down the aisle - Duke University Chapel (http://www.chapel.duke.edu). Since the bride earned her Masters there, it was of course the perfect location.
Pooh and I snuck in late, much to our embarrasment, forgetting what parking was like on a college campus, so I didn't get to people watch the other guests arriving as I usually like to do.
So the reception was shocking. We arrived before the bride and groom, naturally, and got to see all of the guests. Pooh was in his dark grey suit, a little heavy for summer, but I had lightened it up a bit with a white oxford and a lime green tie. I was, of course, in a dress.
When we walked into the reception room, I thought surely the man in grungy khakis and a t-shirt (yes, a t-shirt) was a vacationing hotel guest that had found himself in the wrong room of the hotel - after all, who sits at a wedding receptin reading a newspaper??
Unfortunately I was wrong. Next a woman and two kids, equally sloppily dressed, came and sat with him. The Bride and Groom arrived, were introduced, had their first dance. Surely, I thought, the paper would be put away. But no, there he sat, paper fully spread out, in his khakis and tshirt, READING while the couple was having its first dance.
I am still shocked. I wasn't aware that people could actually be this ignorant. But then again, as my MIL would say "Well, SUE, it IS North Carolina after all"