Every Tom and Dick and Harry. Check out the pictures from Kelly and Keegan’s wedding for frisbee golf nets, bagpipe players, nausea-inducing cigars, and the couple making like a less-morose-Lady-Shalott and drifting away in a canoe. Hells yes.
We camped out on the deserted Woodstock fair grounds that night, under the canopy of the bandstand as a fire crackled in a tin bucket below. I realized I was getting old when, after I’d finally convinced myself there were no ghosts or wild animals to be afraid of, I jumped ten feet in the air to a deep, alien sound: only to realize it was one of the groomsmen, snoring two tents over.
The next morning I crawled crusty-eyed into the daylight, and complained about my hips.