I am going under the assumption that I don't have any notes to print. I'm not sure if its a good assumption but I'm going with it.
Pink striped shirt with pink tank top, khakis and brown mules. (pk strpt sht, pk tt, kky and bwn mls)
So smoker was insanely fun.
The wedding was insanely fun.
The whole weekend was insanely fun.
So now the details...I got picked up for smoker at 5:30ish. We picked up more people and went to Trops. Then we went to smoker and basically ate right away. They had a whole hog roasted and people insisted on asking for certain muscles. I'd later tell Joe that I believed the rhomboidus cervicis would be the most tender. But I don't really know. Then we drank, were herded outside, smoked some cigars, drank, watched the skits and slide shows, drank, danced and drank. I definatly fell down not once but twice but the dancing fool I am just got back up and kept going. I got a ride home and people got drunk dialed but only Jerry actually answered. The next morning I got up and drove to St.Joe...
I got to St.Joe and basically went right away to get dressed and went to the church so Joe could get pictures taken. I was a little afraid of his brown suit but it was very cute! And he is very cute. So the wedding was nice and Gabbi was beautiful! Afterwards we went to the reception and I finally got something to eat. We drank and danced. Everyone in Joe's family insisted on telling me how much I have turned Joe around and what a good influence on him I am. I danced with Joe's dad and met lots of people.
Sunday, we woke up early and ate a devistatingly large breakfast from Cracker Barrel. We took showers at Joe's mom's house, did some family visiting and then went to pick up Alex. We had left my car at Joe's house and needed to get it so on the way over there we explained that to Alex and he wanted to ride back with me! Devistating. Alex and I played in the backyard for a while and then I pretty much had to go home. I miss St.Joe and the people in it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
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