My cousin's wedding was Saturday. My family is....big. We had another public berry picking experience, and my legs are still all cut up. I was debating wearing my slutty dress or my church girl dress, but then I just stole my sister's dress and didn't have to choose.
My brother Daniel was proving to be particularly photogenic:But never to be outdone by my brother Duncan's girlfriend Kate:
My cousins Erica and Kristen, and on the right is a girl whose name I don't remember, but she's not related to me at least:
We let James have something to drink, and his eyes went wonky:
The groom jumping fully clothed into the swimming pool:
Saturday was also Julia's birthday, so she picked me up after the reception and we went out. I had been drinking since about four o'clock, which just meant that I had to work extra hard on getting her all caught up. And for free. Speed drinking is always dangerous, because it leads to things like this:
When we got back to my apartment I realized that I'd left my keys at my mom's house. Julia mocked me excessively for the trouble I was having scaling my back fence, intoxicated, laughing hysterically. Then she tried to show me a thing or two, and realized that it actually is REALLY hard to shimmy over a high wooden fence when you're giggling. Eventually we got inside, which was nice, because I needed all the sleep I could get to prepare me for Sunday, which was day two of Family Fun Time; a feast of wedding leftovers at my cousin Dave's house. He has miniature donkeys, he built his own house, and he brews his own beer.
I AM EXHAUSTED.