ah love mair ca part 2

America:
Okay, so then? we like went? to like Target. It was, like, AWESOME.
Seriously, it was consumer heaven. Of course it was, because it was a SUPER Target!



Bridal:
Across from the Target we visited the mecca of bridal magazine readers, David's Bridal. I won't go into too much personal detail, but suffice it to say that Jo looked soooo pretty and H and I had fun trying on bridesmaid's dresses (and forcing each other to wear pink and frills just for the fun times). It may be cliched to say so, but there's something about a wedding dress that transforms a person into a glowing, fairy-tale version of herself. Ah. These are the privileges of friendship.

America:
We had a surprisingly generous amount of time left after our bridialities, so we executed the most American of evenings in celebration of our last night in Davenport. As you know, Davenport is built on the shores of the magnificent Mississippi river. Also, a relevant fact is that our rental car was a Chevrolet Cobalt. Combine these facts, and what do you have? Yes, dear readers, we drove our Chevy to the levee. And along with that, we did in fact eat apple pie (the kind you buy from the corner store) and, to top it all off, we went to a baseball game.

Seriously, how quintessential is that?

We saw the Quad Cities Swing play the... uh... help me out here, I totally don't remember who they played. But it was a wonderfully small-market event. In fact, the announcer was a man of the people, not five rows in front of us:



On the advice of Nicky B., I indulged in cotton candy-flavoured Dippin' Dots. They came in a plastic batting helmet, and I loved them.



(for the uninitiated, they're freeze-dried ice cream pellets. they stick to your tongue and are actually somewhat painful, but the pain is delicious.)



In the end, I think the Swing even won. But I wasn't really paying attention. More important was the Ball Park Frank i enjoyed and the fact that we got to sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame in the seventh inning stretch. I realize this isn't a strictly American thing, but it felt pretty Yankee-doodle at the time.

Yee haw, and shoo-eee, and Yessir.