Just freshly home from a trip to the Okanagan-Similkameen. My cousin got married today (yesterday? I haven't slept yet) and my sister and I had to leave the open bar so she could be back in Vancouver for another wedding tomorrow morning.
My family, enormously extended, likes to drink. A great deal. It is above and beyond recreational. I have never, ever been to a family wedding that had a cash bar. That is not the kind of family we are. Yet, saying that, with us having to leave shortly after the toasts (and before our little cousins played their "set": 4 songs of something that required them to dress the same) I didn't get to really take advantage of the booze. This will stick with me until the next family wedding, which could be a while.
Between the ceremony and the reception, part of the family (mainly some of my older cousins, the oldest being a year younger than my dad) gathered in a nearby park and drank. Like, we couldn't even wait two hours to start drinking. So a couple of my cousins were pretty tipsy before dinner, as was my dad. I only got a couple of highballs in, thinking ahead that we wouldn't be stopping on the road for pee breaks. Sigh.
But it was fun. Weddings where I don't have to perform like a monkey seem to be the key to having good times.
I will be more forthcoming with some revelations these last two days away from home. Just not right now. Wait for it...
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