Fischer is a town about an hour North of San Antonio in what is aptly called The Hill Country. There isn't much to the likes of buildings or people in Fischer with the exception of one mighty fine Texas dance hall. Perhaps, I was told, it is the finest of Texas dance halls, and on the night of last Saturday it was certainly filled with people.
My friends and former co-workers Bill and Tenna got hitched about two months ago. What they did was inconceivably perfect. They drove several hours to the town located nearest to the geographical center of the state of Texas and were wed by that town's mayor in the town square and then proceeded to spend the weekend curled up in some lacy B&B enshrouded, for the first time, in holy matrimony.
Their friends and family including myself were elated, but somewhat dismayed by the sudden leap into marriage. After all, they had been living together and working at Lake|Flato together for lord only knows how many years. And to run off and tie the knot without any of their loved ones present. What gives?
Well, actually it's perfect. Bill and Tenna have been fervently in love and exuding a readiness for longer than I've even known them. Luckily for us, they celebrated it all with everyone this weekend at the aforementioned Dance Hall of nowhere Texas. We took a drive up for a little barbecuin' and two-steppin'.
Mark Jones and Vicki – passed out in the back of Caleb's Le Sabre on the way up.
Behold – the greatest Texas Dance Hall in the World!
The magical interior, now dripping with BBQ sauce.
Undoubtedly a masterpiece of regional architecture. Notice that there are a lot of fans. No A/C, just good old fashioned breezes.
Clay Hefty – everyone's favorite yuppie redneck.
Cowboy Brian and Alison.
Angela, Cobal, Nate, Heather D, Jenny, Kim, and Kristen.
This is what a dance hall's backside looks like.
Nicolette and Marc - sharing a loving moment.
I love the clinical whitewashed exterior in contrast to the warm and luminous interior. I think this is when Marc had my camera, which is fine since I snatch his all the time.
Blurry Marc a la Nicolette.
Our posse and the only photo with me in it taken all evening.
Two-steppin' magic.
Cameron and Jonathan - taking a much needed breather.
The band, a local rock-a-billy staple. Their name I can't remember. Though I danced with as many enchanting ladies as I could get my hands on, it's worth noting that I do not know the Texas two-step. It's kinda like swing so I fake it. Apparently I was a hit on the dance floor. Brian coined the nickname "Ben Travolta." Whatever…
It occurred to me that I didn't get a single photo of the happy couple whose love we were celebrating. So instead, I'll offer you this:
For Halloween last year Tenna dressed up as me for our office costume contest (seen pictured here with Catfish Hunter). It's worth pointing out that she totally won.
But just for good measure, this is all the Bens – Matt Wallace's costume was me having just been hit by a car, Award-winning Tenna was just award-winning me, and Brian Comeaux was me dressed up as Kenny G. Which he only did because he begged and pleaded with me to dress up as Kenny G for Halloween, which I snubbed in favor of the tribute to Steve Irwin and Vladimir my Catfish. I should mention that he rented that saxophone for an entire month for just this one use. Halloween was my last day at L|F which is perhaps what warranted such homage from my co-workers.
Tenna cut her hair shorter for the Fischer festivities. Smart girl – it was a real sweat fest in that beautiful dance hall.
oh wow!! i dream of going to a dance hall like that!! how cooolio.. i should live closer to you.. you seem to have awesome great times..
hahahahaha its so funny that eveyone dressed up as you for halloween.. a couple of years ago my friend and i dressed up as our friend also named benny.. and we made shirts that said "the bennys".. i guess its fun to be a ben!
Posted by: sara banaNNa | July 03, 2007 at 08:17 AM