Sunday, June 14, 2009
Finally the big day arrived. Now I can officially call her Aunt Tiffany. Yay! The wedding was great. I was quiet for most of it. (Read: Mommy fed me continously.) At the reception, my mood soured when Mommy wouldn't share her mimosa.
I knew Uncle Noah was always willing to sneak me a drink so when he and Sara offered me some vino, I chugged it down fast before Mommy and Daddy came back.
By the time I met Cousin Ari for the first time, I had quite the buzz working.
Cousin Sara tried to help me walk it off but I failed the field sobriety test.
It got so bad, I started imagining things like Uncle D popping out of a box naked.
Sure enough, I passed out shortly thereafter and slept it off.