A plastic fork clinked off the edge of a plate at Hill House and skittered across the porch. It was still warm at 6, that June 13 kind of warm where everyone jokes about the air. Sweat beaded on glasses, and someone fanned themselves with the program like it was a...
At Rose Hill Estate, someone at table five tapped a fork against a glass and whispered not yet while servers slid by with salads. It was June 13, and the late light over Nashville, NC made the windows look like warm squares. People were still figuring out where to put...
At The Evermore, a little boy in suspenders was tugging at a program, folding it into something that looked almost like a plane. June 13 felt warm even in the shade, the kind of Apex, NC afternoon where the air stays soft around you. The guitarist eased into another...
At Lavender Oaks Farm on June 13, someone near the white backdrop whispered, “Is it on yet?” and tapped the photo booth printer like it might wake up faster that way. The air was warm in Chapel Hill, NC, glasses sweating on cocktail tables, music floating out easy as...
At the Jewish Community Center, a paper crown slid off the props table and hit my shoe just as the screen lit up for the first test shot. June 14, a little before 2 p.m., the air inside was cool and steady, carpet soft underfoot. Outside it was humid in Durham, NC....
At The Greenhouse at Arrows Farm, the photo booth printer chirped while a short line curled toward the glass doors. The glass separated cocktail hour from the reception space, so faces kept popping up on the other side, palm prints and laughter fogging little circles....
