Last weekend Gary and I went back to my hometown for the annual Dinner Theatre performance, directed by my mother.
It was our first trip back home since getting engaged, and it was awesome to share our exciting news with everyone. We definitely got a ton of hugs and congratulations and well wishes.
But more than a few people also pointed out to me how surprised they are that we're getting married in my hometown - in a traditional hometown-style wedding.
I guess I disappointed everyone by not showing up in a dress like this:
To a flash-mob wedding in Barbados, where we would get funnnkeh to a Guns and Roses/ABBA cover band.
My bridesmaids would wear hot pink and teal pantsuits, the groomsmen in drag, and everyone would be soaked - nay, pickled! - in gin.
And then we would eat some weird ethnic food.
I guess all that wacky teenage angst I ran around with when I lived there kind of stuck, and people still think I'm weird. Loveable. Awesome. But totally weird.
And now I kind of want to have that wedding.
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