I Now Pronounce You Darren & Mark!

Last weekend was the first "next generation" wedding in my family as my nephew Brenton and his fiance Sarah were married. 

We have been eagerly awaiting this wedding as the reception included something sadly missing from all the previous weddings in my family...a DANCE!  Seriously, I could never become a full-fledged Baptist because I really love to dance. 

Not that I have any rhythm or talent. After all, my dance experience ranged from junior high dances (stiff-armed embraces while shifting from foot-to-foot, rotating slowly in a circle) to our lackluster show choir choreography (we couldn't really call ourselves "Gleeks" back then...when our choreography was pretty much box steps and jazz hands)

 But I do have next-to-no inhibitions about lookin' like a fool on the floor.  Whenever the music starts, my feet start moving on their own.  Maybe I was born a Pentecostal...who knows?

At any rate, Husband doesn't have the same level of freedom...which was why I was suitably impressed when he told me that if the DJ played a slow song, he would dance with me.  My sister Renee's husband also told her the same thing so Renee and I decided it was time to dedicate a song to the two shy husbands and get them out on the dance floor. 

Renee excitedly raced up to the DJ and asked him to play a slow song and send the dedication out to "Darren and Mark".  The DJ looked a bit puzzled and asked which song and Renee dismissively said, "I don't care.  Just pick one."

Clearly we didn't think this through...as we soon realized when the DJ put on a slow number, then called out "This song goes out to all your married couples...and Darren & Mark".  YIKES!  Looks like he was dedicating the song to a same sex couple named "Darren and Mark"! 

Ah well, the husbands didn't seem to notice and dutifully ambled out to the floor to twirl their spastic wives around.  Then retreated to their chairs to wonder what overcaffeinated drink we had consumed to be able to shake, rattle, and roll until 11 PM. 

Some pix from the night:

Look for me in the background...hollah!

My nephew Abe (Aber Baber) was the (as he called it) "Ring Barrier":

My niece Megan (Maggie Sue) - who looked FABULOUS - and nephew Bennett (Benny) - who thankfully shaved his Amish-looking beard!

The Squirrels and I awaiting the wedding party to exit the church:

My niece Rebekah (Bucky) who decided that she would bring her own tiara and veil (unbeknownst to her mother...my sister Mary):

We felt it necessarily to provide Beth with some protective head gear, given her history of having objects fall on her head (like a bathroom door, a frying pan, a meteorite/satellite...ok, that one just hit her moon roof while she was driving)...and of course, since the helmet was for Beth, it had to be bejeweled!

The Mother/Son Dance

Katybird having the time of her life...

 We are fond of Rachel's (Woo/Rudy/Duke) hair in the lower right of this photo...

 Hattie (Hats), Grace, Rachel, and Eli captured center stage...

 The Haerrs display some "Hairography" (or should I say "Haerr-ography"!)

 Grace and Abigail (Sass) are "Stayin' Alive"!

 The dance award for the night goes to my fantastic niece Lauren (Lorsban, Laursie Pie) in the purple dress.  I can find her in practically every one of my dance photos...guess the "no inhibition" gene runs in families!