My Belle, Bro, this blogger, and Hoot at the wedding. Mom must be so proud. We did have the decency to put our middle fingers away until the bride and groom entered the reception hall because naturally the bridal trolley pulled up just as soon as we were set to take the picture. I even bummed a cigarette to hold from my cousin so I wouldn't be the odd woman out.
The cool thing about this wedding was that we had family on the bride's side and the groom's side. Heh. Yes. The groom was my cousin on Mom's side, and the bride was the cousin of my cousin on my Dad's side. Figger that shit out. They're not related, bloodwise at least, whatsoever. And, the wedding was in New Jersey, not West Virginia.
I had a blast. I miss my brother and sisters so much that it's shadowed my joy of being home in Colorado just a teensy bit. 2,000 miles is just so, so, so far. Damn.