no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

10.25.2005

Tucson was so good. I love it there. Mel was a gorgeous bride and the wedding was in a beautiful place. The only drama was Mel said I take you to be my wife (not husband) during the ceremony and my groomsman passed out. Twice. Once from locking his knees or not having enough water during the ceremony. Luckily another groomsman caught him, he came to and Mel and Erik never knew. He was very pale and sweaty when I walked him back down the isle. Later that night he passed out from alcohol. My parents were good. Still recovering from there summer but good enough to take me shopping, looking for magnetite and out for Mexican food. Mmmmmm.... Love to all.

2 Comments:

At 7:58 AM, Blogger Tracy said...

oof! poor groomsman! I'm glad you had a good time and got to spend time w/ your family :c) *hugs*hugs*hugs*

 
At 12:01 PM, Blogger NPH said...

Boys are wimps.

 

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