purple suede pumps! er, i mean, the wedding!

My weekend got off to a rather inauspicious start.

An hour or so after takeoff, I excused myself from my window seat in row 5, made a beeline for the lavatory and spent the next several minutes crouched over the toilet, yakking my guts out. It is my habit to avoid using airplane bathrooms. Ever. Even if it means holding it for five hours and politely declining in-flight beverage service. For one, I really don’t like that unholy thick blue water. No siree. Not for me. I’d rather wait to land and use a filthy toilet with naturally filthy colored water. You know. The devil you know and all. I’ve never been a real big fan of the “don’t get too close or you might get sucked out” sound the toilet makes when you flush it, either.

Turns out, the whole experience is exponentially worse when you’ve got your face right up in the whole mess. Like I said. Inauspicious.

Thankfully, things got better.

I will now make every effort not to leave the impression that the shoes I bought on Friday were the highlight of my weekend in Phoenix. Because we all know that The Brother Wedding gets that distinction. Hands down. But I will let you know that never before has anyone been happier to own a pair of wine-colored suede pumps. Ever. They are gorgeous.

And so was the wedding. Nice transition, eh?

The bride looked like Cinderella (which is the highest compliment anyone can be paid, in my opinion) and it would be a huge lie to say that some of us did not spend a great deal of time trying to figure out just how my brother landed that. She’s just lovely. I’d really like to show you the picture I took with the bride and groom, only the groom had grown tired of being photographed and could not be coerced into keeping a straight face. But my sisters, they all sat very nicely for a photo.

And so did these cacti. Not a peep out of ‘em.

And this is my sister, Joyce, right before we laughed ourselves silly dancing the Charleston (or some approximation thereof) in the bathroom of the banquet hall.

The secret of a Mormon wedding, we found, is ordering and consuming the liquor before the believers arrive. Nothing comes closer to righteously joyful than joyfully buzzed.

Plus, it sure makes all those newlywed sex jokes all that much more funny.

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