The Rehearsal Dinner And Other Foolishness

I am not a drinker. Nope. Don’t drink. Just don’t drink. Well, except when I drink. I am not against drinking although I am against being a drunk. For any drunks reading this, I am speaking about myself so go back to your drink and relax. I am not talking about you.

One of these people never drinks and is fairly normal...considering who they married and all.

Anyway, I have been known to have a glass of wine now and then. I have also been known to like beer occasionally. Baileys in coffee once in a while…delish! I have even had a few too many twice. Here’s the thing. Weddings seem to be the trigger for my drinking. And parties. Occasionally birthdays and barbecues can make me succumb to a glass or two of something besides water. Ok, and dinner out. I do like wine when dining out.

Even my grandson Cavan likes a nip from the bottle now and then.

What I am trying to say is this: I experienced two firsts at my son’s rehearsal dinner. I had my first margarita ever. Ok, I had my first four margaritas ever. Hey, they were small and I was thirsty…and nervous. Remember, I had never met the new in-laws so have mercy on me. Anyway, the other first was singing Karaoke…in public…with four margaritas under my belt. They were small ones, people! Anyway, I have a feeling those two firsts are somehow related.

My granddaughter Corina got into the act too. I obviously had lost any picture taking skills at this point.

So I am singing. I can’t remember which songs except one. Yep, I chose to sing Stand By Your Man. Really loud. To my husband. I think I was incredibly good as a matter of fact. I’m almost positive of it because people were smiling. No wait, they were laughing. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t good but I was entertaining and that is all that matters, right? Right?? This is just more proof of why I need Jesus.

I think this is the little gal that kept screaming, "Make it stop!"

So, as we were getting in the car to drive back to my sister’s house, (Bob drove because drinking and driving is WRONG!), my son starts hugging me. And as he is hugging me and telling me how much he loves me he says, “We are truly the inappropriate family.”

I’ve never been prouder of him!

Tori and our son Andrew the day before the wedding...the night of the rehearsal...before the Karaoke fiasco. Look at them smiling. Ah, to be young and clueless again.