The wedding was great. The bride was seriously beautiful. The groom was very handsome. The priest was very Irish. The reception was terrific, the food was good and the drinks were plentiful…very plentiful.
Of course, when someone at the wedding said, “Hey, when we get back to the hotel, let’s all meet at the bar,” you just know who stepped right to the front of the line. All of that has left me extremely tired and more than just a little toxic. I’m going to spend the balance of the evening re-hydrating and renewing my friendship with Mr. Recliner. I think it missed me.