On the 21st day of the seventh month in the year two thousand and seven, Megan married the silliest man on the earth. his name? David a.k.a. Davey Guerrero. Why such an act was committed, we know not. But i think we are all grateful that she waited until after she reached the age of 20, even if it had only been a week before. After ridiculous amounts of time and money spent planning (who knows where it all actually went), the occasion was lovely, and the day was not too hot. After the yes's were said, the Bride waited patiently for quite some time as her Groom took his dear little time perfecting his hair before making their grand appearance outside the temple. After hours of smiling and picture taking (and putting up with a slight stomach ache), the couple raced back home, and almost ran out of gas in an attempt to grab some last minute things before the reception--we were stalled at the intersection in front of Costco and had to putt -putt our little way over to the gas station to fill up the car in our gown and tux...good thing Davey had his wallet. The reception was fun, though the church was extremely hot and we were all somewhat rushed...in fact the bride and groom hardly remember a thing other than that they didn't really know how to cut the cake. laugh if you want, but its not as easy as it looks. After surviving dozens of hugs and "thank you so much for coming" s , the two grabbed a large greasy bag of pasta salad and...hung around the church for a while with their family. Two days later they took off to Hawaii and haven't been heard of since.
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