I think I have finally done it. I am so infused with alcohol that all that need happen to ignite drunkenness is - for a raindrop to fall and be absorbed into my person. I am even afraid to so much as shower...

This past week has certainly had some fun - some surprises - and a fair amount of drinking. For now you get this:

The Wedding Reception...

While it common knowledge that something will go wrong or be forgotten during the course of a wedding ceremony. Usually the flowers come in a shade ever so slightly off of the cream that the "bride to be" painstakingly selected - which usually results in the bride collapsing in a heap of sobs somewhere and ruining her $150.00 make-up job. This wedding was a little different....

The wedding itself is planned to be a relaxed affair, seeing as they got married in the Dominican in December. This one was just for the actual paperwork and to include all of the lovely people who couldn't join us before. The bride's parents purchased a motor home and since the wedding was in a park we decided that this was the perfect spot to get ready. We packed every hair pin in North America, brought all manner of hairdryers, curling irons and straighteners and headed out. When we got there... the generator was broken so we, uh, couldn't use our various bits of hair equipment. Okay. No emergency really. We made due. In fact I think we all turned out rather well considering....

While we were readying ourselves it may shock you to hear that we had a few beverages. So we were feeling mighty relaxed when the bride's mother in law comes around the corner and says that the Justice of the Peace requires the marriage license. The bride and I exchange glances. The bride runs away. The other girl in the wedding party and I collapse into two periwinkle blue heaps of laughter. Then we high fived and cracked another beverage. Eventually the bride tracked down the groom on his cell phone and I overheard;

"Honey? Could you go to London Drugs and grab some Tylenol

and...uhhhm... a marriage license?".

At that point we all collapsed again laughing, except the mother in law who I think was slightly stressed by this entire experience... but to deal with her stress she made 7,000 little sandwiches and force fed all of us - lovingly as we continued to get ready. Just about the time the groom was on his way the reception a torrential downpour occurred. Luckily enough it cleared up - the groom obtained the marriage license and we all managed to get down the aisle without stumbling and have an absolute blast.

So congrats to my delightful friends on their "mawage". I love you guys.