Welp, the wedding's over. Nobody fainted or started bawling, and nobody got unduly stupid at the reception. It was damn lovely, actually, and congratulations are in order for Vickie and Erik-with-a-k.
I wish I'd taken more pictures, but I had no pockets and was carrying this stupid little dainty pink purse. That is not the best way to keep one's camera handy. I blame the patriarchy. I mean, really, how am I supposed to get anything accomplished when all I have room to carry is a tube of lipstick and a pack of Camel Lights?
Anyway, my work here is done, and Eric and I fly home tomorrow afternoon. Which is okay; we miss our cat. I can't tell you how much I hate being the kind of person who misses her cat, but there you have it.