Wedding Season...

Well, it's almost June which means that wedding season is officially upon us. 

Seconds after this I promptly burst into tears and cried for 30 minutes. Crazy tears of happiness, I assure you.

So, yay for weddings.

Here is the infamous conga line of the 1987 wedding of my cousin Chandra:

And yes, I do think that's a rip in my cousin Thomas' pants. 

Nice. 

Here my brother and I are cutting a rug later on in the reception. 

It looks like we were really getting into it. 

"Celebrate good times, come on!"

Here are a few more shots from my wedding.

My Mom writing the last check to be paid for the wedding. 

So yay for that too.

Various and sundry cousins. 

Two of my bridesmaids. 

Awww....me and Dad.

Awww....Mom and Dad.

Awww...my Uncle Larry and Aunt Sue.

They provided the lovely location for the reception.

So...go get married.

Or don't. 

Maybe you should just go crash a wedding.

 For the cake and punch, of course.

That's probably a bit cheaper.

I mean even if you get caught and thrown in the pokey you still come out cheaper.

I love the word pokey. 

How much is bail these days anyway?

Sheesh...

From weddings to bustin' out of jail. 

It's time to shut her down for the night, folks.