A few hours ago we returned from Atlanta from wedding number 2 (this weekend).  My brother's step-daughter had her wedding in Mt. Pleasant at 6 pm Saturday.  That, in and of itself, is not remarkable.  The interesting part is that the Atlanta trip was for a second wedding scheduled for the same weekend.  As a matter of fact, we had to leave one wedding before the cake-cutting to go home, pack and hit the sack.  When the alarm rang at 4:30 am I knew it was going to be a long day.  By 6 am Sunday we were on the road to Atlanta for a  wedding at 12:30 pm.  You do the math.  It was the second wedding in 18.5 hours. It was my wife's niece's weekend.  And no, the two sides of the family do not consult each other.  When both of your sister-in-laws schedule a wedding the same weekend it can cause a bit of distress.

At one point we actually considered splitting up the duty.  One would stay here and the other would go to Atlanta.  We decided to go to both of them together.  You have to understand.  They serve cake after each ceremony.  I consider it my duty to consume cake whenever possible even if I have to drive to Atlanta at 6 am.  I mentioned that we had to leave the first wedding before the cake-cutting didn't I?  This was not a good sign.  I was already grouchy having to forego the cake.  I have to admit that I handled it with my usual level of maturity and only cried halfway to Atlanta.  Yes, I want my cake and eat it, too.

I have to admit that both ceremonies were killer.  The first was on the lawn of Alhambra Hall in Mt. Pleasant.  I couldn't hear most of it but I got the gist of it.  It was cute when some of their friends led the singing of the Beatles tune, "When I'm 64."  Being 61, it was a bit too close.  The boats motored by and the pelicans flew in undulating formations.  It was beautiful.

The other wedding was beautiful too.  It was held in Roswell just outside of Atlanta.  It was very unique but you would never guess why.  This was their second wedding.  No, they have never been married to anyone else.  No, they did not divorse and remarry.  They got married this past May in Israel and had a second ceremony three months later in Roswell.  I guess her parents wanted all of their friends and family to be able to attend.  It was unusual but also unforgettable.  What a great group of people!  It would take forever to describle this event.  Just take my word, it was memorable.

So, if anyone ever tells you something unusual about a wedding, have them check out this blog.  This is a true event.  You can't make this kind oif stuff up.

By the way, if anyone happened to bring home an extra piece of wedding cake  this weekend call me.  I am your man.  Contact info is provided below.

Michael Kaynard is a local photographer who lives in West Ashley.  His photos can be viewed at Kaynard Photography.  He can be reached at mkaynard@gmail.com or 843-412-2299.