Nobody fell in the pool, but a couple people went down in the shrubbery. Steve and I kept sneaking brownie bites from the wrong end of the dessert line. The house hosting the reception had a guest house and a studio and a pool house and I would've lived in any one of them. We got a ride back to our car on the back of a golf cart. We got to see team Eugene. Adrienne's wedding was wonderful.
As we struggled with the temperamental key to our AirBnB, a pickup pulled up, and a concerned-looking older woman got out and said simply, "Y'all...?" in a tone that calmly implied Who the Fuck Are Y'all And What Are You Doing In This Doorway?