In which one of the Usual Suspects gets hitched, so we all clean up
Sirie is the youngest of the Usual Suspects, the group of folks that Fiddle and I often ride with, and last weekend she got married.
So, for the second time in a calendar year, we all left our dirty boots and brightly-colored tights at home, and put on fancy dress clothes for a happy event.
|How many endurance riders (and future endurance riders)|
can you fit under that dress?
|Jeff and Sirie|
|With just a little photoshopping, |
we could totally be Aretha Franklin and the Andantes.
We toasted the bridal couple,
|She's a good public speaker...and she gave me happy sniffles.|
|Jim and I are pretty adept at passing microphones back-and-forth|
Everyone, please join me in wishing them a "happy-ever-after" life!
The next morning, Sirie was still busy >g<
but a bunch of the rest of us put on the dirty boots and tightly-colored tights and went riding. Because that's how we do things here!