I am back in town after a wedding in Rockford, which featured pretty dresses, very delicious mashed potatoes in the entree, and a proximity to the bar that left us getting jostled and elbowed in the head by progressively drunk people all night, but which was fun nevertheless. I did not, as expected burst into flame whilst in the church, nor did I drink a drop of anything beyond soda (I seem to have no tolerance for booziness lately, it puts me out like a light.) The bride, my younger cousin, used to run around with her slip on her head like a veil with another cousin and pretend they were brides, so this was much better.
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