the bride wore cowboy boots.  the ceremony was short and made me cry.  we ate brisket and drank homemade margaritas.  we danced redfaced in the hot wind on the veranda.  they smashed a scorpion on the dancefloor right in front of my bare feet, then laughed and called me a yankee when i squealed and ran for my shoes.  yay texas.

(three points ranch in the texas hill country)