Grace writing this one- I wish I could relax and kick back like Joe and Whit do sometimes ( I have to remind myself that there’s nothing I have to be doing). Cousin Ellen had some fun people over, as well as the band, to her house in Orinda. I laughed the whole way through our mimosa time with Joe, Aleks, Christian, Megan and my brother. They even obliged blowing bubbles together for my music video which I have a budget for of 59 cents. Then it was off to the Blackshear Wedding where Lauren and Jake provided the most refreshing wedding I have ever seen- fall colors, an Italian wedding gown with flare, jazz bands and island reggae with the fog of Tilden in the background of every picture. They blew bubbles for me too, which I found endearing and I was grateful to know such down-to-earth people. I got to talking with Elena, Emily, the Dennis family (and nice to meet you Dave) and I was glad to reconnect. Whitney ran into John, who owned Venezia when Whitney worked there. It felt strange having a weekend of funeral and wedding wrapped in one, but the funeral service the day before was more of a positive reception than anything. Lilah, Jane, Michael and Demaris were all sweet and the stories they shared about the 99 year old Great Great Aunt of Whit, Fritze, were funny. She was the first female executive at the Bank of America. My brother Jimmy got fired there years ago for telling a supervisor that those who walked down the red carpet in the bank should be wearing crowns so he would know to give them more special attention. It’s all tidbits really. And by now you’ve learned that my posts, like my songs, are more stream of consciousness than anything. I’ll let Whit and Joe balance this one out..

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