Weddings in a small town.

You just can't beat 'em. Last Saturday night we attended a wedding whose bride and groom wouldn't have known us from Cooter Brown. We had met the groom once back last summer but had never met the bride.

And that's okay in a small town because we weren't wedding crashers. We know the groom's parents and brother. My parents know the groom's grandparents. And we also knew a lot of people at the reception. A good time was had by all.

When we lived in the big city, we could have pulled a wedding crasher at a big wedding and no one would have picked up on it.

Going to a small town wedding, you know most everyone there so you don't have to stand against the wall and hold it up. We socialized and drank from the open bar.

We also hugged and thanked the groom's parents. We have to show face again next weekend at other parties so we have to be appreciative and complimentary on their hard work.

We're not dorks all the time!!