Joe met my grandparents on three different occasions and they managed to tell him the same story three times. All about how they met and married. Then my brother (lucky) went there once and got to hear a story about a three-titted cow that later ripped one off on a fence and became a two-titted cow. A neighbor had to come stitch it up. Sweet.
Beer and cheese and old friends. Wisconsin is always a trip. We went tubing, four-wheeling, blueberry picking, and drank all the while. We made s'mores around a campfire, shot beer bottles off a woodpile, and toured the Steven's Point brewery. How did we fit it all in? Magic stationwagon.
The wedding was nice. Joe and I helped put together the wedding favors--trees in birchbark. I drank champagne with the girls at the beauty salon while we got our hair done and dug through the salon's makeup and nail polish to beautify ourselves. The weather was perfect and beautiful. Jaime, Karen and I sang "Goin to the Chapel" before the ceremony to amuse the bride because we were all ready too early. We were supposed to be early so the photographer could take pictures, but we only got the photographer's assistant, her chunky, zitty, seventeen year old son who wasn't able to figure out how to frame the pictures so the "Toilets" sign wasn't in it. My mom had to sew all our dresses to our bras so they didn't show and Joe had to cut me out again at 1 am, both of us drunk and sleepy.
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