So, a long day of nervous friends, good cake, with Roger's very Southern Baptist, non drinking family. Lovely people, his 80 year old brother in law, a retired minister, married them and we stood up with them. Bev and I wore slacks because she didn't want his sisters to see her tattoos. It is always fun to see other families dysfunction. Normal does not exist. Just shades of weird. Just to be clear, I am very fond of the Weekley family, the minister is amazing and not a wimpy guy, it is easy to see how he became so successful. His sisters and brother were so happy to see Roger get married, and save his poor abused sole. Very cool. Amazing cake.
Got home at 10 with Paul driving and Roger snoring in the back seat. Did I mention he was nervous? They stayed in the cottage, a clear stary night in the 30s, great sleeping.
Now on Monday, we have 3 appointments between us, and the house is still tore and laundry is not done, and we want to leave for camping up north asap on Monday afternoon. Meeting friends someplace and gone as long as the sun shines. Take lots of underwear.