Here comes the bride.

I spent a lovely weekend with all the members of my insanely large family. Like really, all of them. We were all together because my aunt got married. It was very nice. My personal favourite part of the ceremony was when the lady who did the first reading stepped down from the lectern and knocked it over. Which knocked over a giant candle. Which fell through the air spilling wax all over the floor before it caught the bride's veil and brought her down too. The veil never came off her head though. Not with the buckets of hairspray and 87 thousand bobby pins they used to keep it on.

No one was hurt. But I did nearly have a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Which could have ended badly.

I think it all just added a certain flair of ridiculous hilarity to it all.

My cousins and I all decided that people in our family need to get married more often, because weddings are just so darn fun. If no one gets married in the reasonably near future, we're going to have a fake wedding. All the getting drunk and mad wedding dancing without any of the commitment. Sounds good, don't it?