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?

 It was a day full of smiles.

Jeff and Sirie

 Our very own not-entirely-Reverand Cowboy Jim officiated.

swooon!

The horse-girls showed up to support the bride.  Look how my little girls have turned into such beautiful young women! 

With just a little photoshopping,
we could totally be Aretha Franklin and the Andantes.

 All the horse people herded themselves into a single table, of course.

We toasted the bridal couple,

She's a good public speaker...and she gave me happy sniffles.

 and told a story.  

Jim and I are pretty adept at passing microphones back-and-forth

(the story we tell at weddings is on the blog, HERE)

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!