Kristie and I were smart- we wore our flip flops to the reception, unlike some other people who had on stilettos and fishnets. Our reasoning was, if a fight broke out, we needed to get out of there fast before the police showed up. (True story, it happened at a reception Kristie went to at the same fire hall).
I can’t believe they wore flip flips to the reception. Didn’t we teach those girls anything?The best and funniest part of the evening occurred when Michelle (mother of the groom) passed around a glass of Dom Perigno and the reaction from our table was…
Me: Wow.
Kristie: IT TASTES LIKE SKUNK!!!!
Me: It tastes like feeeeeet!
My dad: Had that before, have ya?
Me: I like it! What’s not to like? Fur? Good! Smell? Good!
Pepe Le PeuAfter drinking Skunk juice, I spent the rest of the evening taking pictures of the fam...
Lils
My Mom and Dad
My Grandma Wyant and me
Grandma, me, Kristie, and Lily
Bertha and Bessie
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