Last weekend Adam and I headed up north to attend my cousin’s wedding in Ann Arbor. Neither of us had ever been to Michigan before and I was excited for Adam to meet my dad’s side of the family.
When we got off the plane on Thursday night, we grabbed my dad and immediately headed to Zingermans based on everyone’s recommendations! I don’t know much about Ann Arbor, but it seems like Zingermans is the place to be. Nothing like sitting on a plane for five hours and then stuffing yourself silly with fried chicken, pulled pork and macaroni and cheese!
On our way to the hotel, the boys made the executive decision to snoop around the Michigan stadium at night. My dad’s family are all from Ohio and, as a result, I grew up as a diehard Ohio State football fan…..Michigan stadium = enemy territory. Just sayin’.
Friday I had the opportunity to meet several Ann Arbor readers at a local coffee shop! They were all so sweet and gave me lots of insider tips on where to go and what to eat while visiting. I felt like I was twelve though because my dad dropped me off and my boyfriend sat in the back of the coffee shop to make sure no “internet weirdos” came and got me. Thank you girls for coming…you girls were definitely not internet weirdos! (Jen, I want your blazer)
I think my favorite part of wedding weekends is the rehearsal dinner! I busted out the red lipstick and was excited to show my handsome date off to the fam. Oh, and Gandy Dancer? Best bread basket ever. I didn’t take a photo because it was from basket to mouth in about .2 seconds flat, but they had this extra soft pizza dough-like roll that changed my life. Man, I love bread.
I was so glad that we had a chance to explore Ann Arbor a little bit! So many cool foodie stores and markets. Despite the downpour Saturday morning, we made our way to the farmer’s market and the surrounding shops. I fell in love with the spices at this spice shop in Kerrytown! Talk about senses overload…..can I live here?
OH. And this recap wouldn’t be complete without telling you guys how, on Saturday night, I got all dressed up in that Banana Republic sale dress (remember? the mature dress? with a red belt just like you guys said!) and the extraordinarily high heels that I just had to wear.
Well, there I was, teetering around on those heels between my dad and Adam on our way to the church for the wedding and then before I knew it, SMACK. I was down on the sidewalk, face-first like I was sliding into second base or something.
I’ll give Adam credit—he was down on the ground by my side before I even knew what hit me but I was left with a bleeding and bruised knee. Nevertheless, I wiped the tears of embarrassment from my eyes, dusted off the gravel from my knee and hobbled my way into church. What can I say? I like to make an entrance.
The service was beautiful, the reception was great and I ended up ditching the heels, forgetting about my knee and dancing barefoot all night. The best part though? Adam slipped the server a dollar bill and got me a second slice of wedding cake. I think he still felt bad for me after my fall. But heck, I’ll trip myself anytime if it means extra cake. heh heh heh
Until next time, Ann Arbor!