I went to a wedding a few years ago. It was for a friend’s sister and I had ended up taking a mutual friend with me. We got along pretty well and it just so happened that the wedding was on a weekend where she could get away with a small trip. So, with some coordination, hope and some nerves we met up quickly. We were so pumped to go together on this trip. It was just the two of us in the car and on the road and I love me a good road trip. We had decided to stop in Florala to take some pictures and relax for a bit. It had been a few hours on the road and we wanted to make it fun and exciting. So, we stopped. We walked the railroad tracks and went up on the dock they have on the lake. I told her some of my backstory with the place and how I knew about this little town. To this day it is still an interesting area to me. I like the areas where it’s been partially collapsed and left behind railroad. Both make for create locations for photos and if you are into a few minute stop then it’s perfect. 

With some photos, stretching and story sharing we then piled back in the car and decided to jam out to twenty one pilots and do dreads. Mostly it was just that the music was loud and a little bit of conversation arose here and there. We had even made a pit stop at a gas station for her to smoke her cig and to get some cute little snacks. It was quite the show and honestly a little different from the usual routine. It wasn’t bad but it was odd for me. With that stop made we got back in the car and made our way to the destination that my GPS had picked out. We get close to our destination and it turns out that it’s in the middle of the mountain and there are no houses in sights. No cabins. Just random places that are mostly dark and mysterious. We also happened to have no cell service so with lightning speed we drove up and down the road until my friend, Taya's phone got the location. It was almost a half an hour the other way. The heaviness of the situation was now gone and we quickly got to a Wal-Mart and met up there. Then we were lead to the cabin where we would be staying for the next night or two.

Let’s just say that there was a lot of drama for sure and we all ended up getting on edge. Nobody slept due to a loud snorer, everyone was crazy drunk, there was a breakdown, crying, love triangles and so much that it’s hard to keep track of it all in that little three day weekend. But let me just tell you how happy this wedding made me. Honestly, this wedding was off the charts fun. I went through an embarrassing time then where I caught the bouquet and the tradition is that the person who catches it gets a lap dance from the guy who gets the garter when they throw it and the guy has to put it on the girl who is getting the lap dances leg and the higher the girdle is the better the marriage will be. The pressure was on and I tried to get out of it. Trust me I TRIED so hard to get them to let me back out but tradition was tradition and the mother of the bride was scary! So I had no choice, I sat in that chair and the guy walked up. Quickly he apologized and without much delay I took his drink and poured the rest of it down my throat. 

I got quite the reaction from the crowd but if I was gonna make anyone happy on this trip it was going to be my old friend’s sister. The crowd laughed and was in shock but let it go when i let the guy put the girdle all the way up my leg. I had shorts on and I didn’t give a flying **** if he went that high. I just didn’t want to get murdered by this women staring at me. So quickly we did the ceremony and I got a buzz from chugging moonshine. I then had to take a picture that is probably embarrassing but I don’t really care. Looking back on it, it was an awesome wedding. People danced until they couldn’t anymore and nobody cared how bad you were at it, they all joined in and made fools of themselves with you. It was glamourous and quite beautiful.

So far, no other wedding has matched that one, maybe someday.