Damon and I attended his cousin’s wedding in Frankfort, Kentucky this weekend.  While my initial feelings were ones of paralyzing FEAR — i.e. blurting out something ridiculously inappropriate/revealing too much cleavage/vomiting over his mother’s shoes – I was oddly comfortable in the family surroundings.  In fact, I seemed to survive the weekend without so much as an inept social hiccup.

The outdoor ceremony was warm and slightly breezy and soundtracked by old Irish hymns by a live guitar/violin duo. The reception was held in this adorable dimly lit bed and breakfast, full of old antiques.  By some grace of God I didn’t trip, curse, or unintentionally insult a member of Damon’s family.  In fact, upon our goodbyes, his mother whispered, “Everyone said you were just gorgeous!”  (Which of course translates to, “So you’re nice to look at. Now, stay the f*ck away from my son.” )