So, once vows were exchanged, and after being corralled back to the altar for a seemingly endless series of pictures, we moseyed into the main hall. I left my older (and more square) aunts and uncles get a little hooch in them, let them loosen up, then I grabbed my cousins and made for a more secluded location.

The Diesel was a shot straight to the head. Before I knew it, I was ranting to some in-law, I’d just met, about the finer details of the last season of Game of Thrones. The gassy bud had us all buzzy. Some, like my cousin Alex, got too much of a kick. Sativa’s make him anxious as hell, and yes, I should’ve warned him … but I didn’t. But hold up, it’s not the end of the world. My recommendation: a glass or two of red wine to mellow out.

The night was a blast with an unorthodox soundtrack to boot. While sparse (too sparse in my opinion) on R’n’B, it was littered with tunes from both the Star Wars and Lord of the Rings soundtracks, as well as every oldie from Chuck Berry to CCR. And if you’re wondering what happened with Alex, he hung back in corner with his wine for the next hour before reemerging on the dance floor.

Until next time!