And it's true: he's not wrong. When Em and Sean got engaged in January then promptly decided on a wedding over the 4th of July, I knew I was guaranteed two things: 1) both brothers in the land of Illinois for Independence Day and b) an absolutely fantastic time.
And like Jay, I was not wrong (but really, when I am ever? Relax, I'm joking).
We ate (antipasto and learned what the definition was). We witnessed super-sized hail and our Uncle Tom swiftly taught us how to end the night with four simple steps:
- Your final beer
- Your final final beer
- Your absolute final final beer
- Throw me in the ditch. I'm done!
|Friday: the bridesmaid's luncheon |
where Peg shared two "words" of wisdom
|Friday night: where emotions ran strong and bright.|
|Just being typical with my male bro-skis.|
We spent the weekend wondering who was getting in when, how they were getting to where we were and if we had enough time. UPS would have been proud because we were all about logistics. Yet we all ended up where we were supposed to be and precisely the time we were supposed to be there - this includes Rick and Joan keeping us on our toes by arriving at the hotel 7 minutes before the trolleys were taking off for the church. Bless that Joanie - she was not missing the ceremony.
I'd sum up the entire four day weekend in one word: