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I’m finally getting around to talking about last week.  I’ve been feeling a little writers blockish about what went on in Idaho and I’m not too sure why. The whole reason we went to Idaho was for Tyson and Haleys wedding.  Tyson is Curtis’s younger brother and Hayley is a beautiful girl that he met in California. I wasn’t planning on making it to the wedding because right now it way hard to get any vacation from our company, but then we decide I was going to beg, plead, cry or call in sick just to go. I’m glad I did.

This is the bride Haley.

Her friend made her dress, jewelry, and bouquet.   This is also the first day that I have ever met her, but she was one of those amazing people that are effortless to be around and to be yourself.  One of those people that you adore the second you meet them.  She let me help with her hair and makeup and I have to admit I was so excited I was being really obnoxious, but she was so sweet she just smiled at me.

Their ceremony was a mixture of Celtic and Pagan rituals.  They started with a sage blessing, and then the officiator hand fasted them. The officiator was my awesome father who does great weddings for free.  His first wedding was mine 7 years ago, and he’s done about a dozen since.

So what more could people want at their wedding besides a annoyingly bouncy Lizzie? What about a annoyingly bouncy Lizzie that brings wine? Oh yes I did.  I also had to apologize to Curtis’s parents about a thousand times because for once I wasn’t the most obnoxious drunk around.  In fact dad and I ran off for a bit to surprise my siblings who had no idea I was going to be there.

Also, I want you to notice that there is a empty rum bottle on the table in front of us.  I didn’t have anything to do with that bottle, but it should help explain why I’m the way I am.  Genetics my darlings.  Genetics.
When we returned to the party we found obnoxious drunk guy had removed the bladder from one of the boxes of wine (don’t make that face. It was actually pretty good wine, and no it wasn’t Franzia), and was walking around alternating between pouring it straight into his mouth and offering refills. Obnoxious, but hilarious at the same time.

My favorite part was when he told me he loved me, even though he said he didn’t know my name. It was because I was trying to get him to eat a hamburger. If that’s not love I don’t know what was, but no worries, I had the most handsome guy there already with me.