I’m not sure if
everyone’s mother gets tipsy at their granddaughter’s wedding rehearsal dinner…but
I know mine does! In fact, she and I had
the entire patio dining crowd at the restaurant across from our hotel cheering. She started a conga line and I
jumped in with her. Clearly our line
wasn’t all that long with just the two of us, but we did what we could to
entertain the crowd.
On our way to the
wedding, we stopped for lunch at a diner in Perry, Oklahoma. It was in experience which involved all of us
eating too much, my parents saying, “country cooking” far too many times and my
mom informing the restaurant that the white gravy was going to give her
explosive diarrhea. My partner, Tiffany,
just watches all this sort of crazy stuff go down...which, I think, is a sure sign
that you found a keeper. This is her
posing with my parents outside the diner (please note my dad’s perfectly
coordinated outfit with knee high socks pulled all the way up with dress
shoes).
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