It snowed in North Georgia 11 years ago this day. I got married this day, 11 years ago, after a Hole show at Masquerade. I still wonder did I make the right decision. I remember the drive up to North Georgia (we had a night up there as our honeymoon – very poor) and how scared we both were. It was such a big decision and so many ramifications. I remember the nervousness and the euphoric feeling all bundled together and my Dad crying and my sister laughing and the wind being so fresh and clean and feeling so alive. I remember walking in snow and it making crunchie noises. I remember getting lost on the way to the cabin and laughing, and us asking for directions and not understanding the accents and them not understanding us.
sainthood is fleeting
