Rapid fire weekend updates! Go!
We had beers and roasted marshmallows with the neighbours. Hubby swore that the intense smell of the backyard fire pit would be noticeable on him the next day. Needless to say, Hubby lost the bet and now owes the neighbour a beer.
We drove to Hometown for my cousin's wedding. We were running late so we drove way too fast the whole way (which I normally don't condone, but in this case the wedding was on an island, so missing the ferry and shuttle bus wasn't an option).
|This is the ferry. But I'm not on it at this particular time.|
The wedding was beautiful - on the lake, with the sun breaking through at the exact right time. It was a musician's wedding, so all the guests were super cool and casual. I've never seen so many sandals and shorts at a wedding. And the groom was playing frisbee in the field.
All the musicians later took the stage for the rock-out of all rock-outs. Hubby said he brought his guitar pick just in case they found the band's guitarist locked up and gagged in the closet.
Then one of the drunk groomsmen grabbed the giant pig head left on the table from the roast and brought it to the dance floor to join in the fun. Best. Dance partner. Ever.
The result was the dirtiest feet of all time - caked with mud and grass and I think maybe some pig head juice. And they only got dirtier when we walked through knee-high grass back to the shuttle bus, and then from the bus to the ferry, then around the ferry (which doesn't allow beer on board, by the way), and then from the ferry back to the car. Classy.
First an all-you-can-eat sushi lunch with ma-in-law and some friends. Turns out that even if mango ice cream isn't on the menu it will mysteriously appear if you just ask. Bonus.
Then we had a lovely visit with Hubby's Poppy in the hospital. Poppy has, despite everything, maintained his glorious sense of humour. When we slipped some Jack Daniels into his Pepsi he said "Oh, that'll living me up."
|Hello, old friend.|
From there a visit with the other set of grandparents and then a delicious fajita dinner. (Minus brother-in-law's birthday cake, which was apparently too much food for one night.)
Finally we stopped at Mom's to drop off my gift for her tiny dog named Ah-choo. A dog bikini. Enough said.