The themed party was at the Huron Pointe Yacht Club. Everyone dressed as hillbillies. NASCAR folk (sorry for the label), trailer trashy, and Deliverance type hillbillies.
In anticipation of being the bride, Don bought me a diamond ring. Indeed, a beautiful heart shaped diamond ring. It has to be 50 carats if not more. There is no doubt it's real. The best part, it's totally adjustable!
When we walked in, our names were put in a "bucket" ... gals in one guys in another. Once the preacher finished his drink and put down his stogie, the weddin' plannin' began. Names were drawn and a bridal party was picked, along with the bride and groom.
Our friend Mary, dressed like Elle Mae Clampett, sans blond hair, critters, and a c-ment pond, was picked as the flower girl. Needless to say, flower girls are notoriously shy, so to conquer her fears, Mary threw back a few vodka's & Coke.
Don was picked to be the father of the bride, and the groom. Yes, his role was father and in true (alleged) southern backwoods style, both bride and groom were his "children". With shotgun in Bubba's hand, the bride proceeded down the
5 comments:
How fun! Love the pix, and the tats!
Sounds like a fabulous evening of fun...and I am so jealous of your ring...it's really quite "spectactular"!! Bubba has outdid hisself! And I knew someone, somewhere at the weddin' would be sportin' "teeth optional"!! lol!!
I want that ring.
Homer's a hottie! Too funny.
I used to think that folks that did this sort of thing were idiots.....now I am not so sure...my wife and I got married in Vegas dressed as a Knight and Damsel.....best thing I ever did.
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