This is my new husband and I. He bought all the groomsmen top hats and monocles for the reception.
This is about the time of the reception my eyes glaze over and I envision my escape route while reaching for my wallet for the valet tip.
Git 'r done!
Hey man, after all the work and planning she's been through, she deserves to kick her heels up and let loose.
They couldn't have at least put the names the other way around?