Let me say, first of all, that I never drink. Seriously. Practically NEVER. However, I was in Mexico with my husband and NO kids, at a Mexican wedding and there was tequila being passed out like it was water...and we had a huge bus to take us back to our hotel. I didn't know it at the time, but I was a goner the minute I got to that wedding.
Two years ago, our good friend John was marrying a beautiful girl in Mexico City. My Texas Homeboy was asked to be a groomsman, so we flew down there for the wedding. We left our cute boys behind because we heard children get kidnapped a lot down there.
The wedding was gorgeous and held in some 16th century chapel. It was elegant and amazing.
They started handing out costumes.
(and, at this point, the photography goes seriously downhill folks because the photographer, who never drinks, had one too many tequilas. Make that ten too many.
Ok, I admit, I lost count.
And lost time...Someone else may have had my camera for a while even.
In fact, the rest of the night was pretty fuzzy.
Wait, I know these guys. On the left is my Texas Homeboy.
At this point I have my camera back, and this is my abstract art photo of the night...
Behold, batteries on the table!
When you've had way too much tequila, everyone's your friend.
And things get really weird when everyone has masks on...
at like 5am the next morning.
It was one helluva a wedding