"Youngstown is Effed Up"

Those are not exactly my sentiments, but I came across the web site Youngstown American today, and it was written on a t-shirt. A t-shirt that I guess people buy. A t-shirt that I guess people would buy, who live in Youngstown. Interesting ...

Anyways, I spent most of last weekend in Youngstown at my cousin's wedding, and it was everything I hoped it would be and more. My dress fit me great, I did not fall down the aisle or break an ankle. High fives all around. My grandma and cousin Samantha (from the other side of the family) were wedding crashers and stormed the church for photo opportunities of me in the infamous "dress." I felt very important. Jake was the hit of the wedding. All of the bridesmaids (married and single alike) all loved him. Here is a picture of my hot husband with his hot hair. In the words of Jonathan, "I don't think my hair has ever looked this bangin."



His hair was bangin. Next to the bride, I think he was the most popular person there. He made sure to dance with all of his adoring bridesmaids and also spent quality time with my aunts. For some aunts it meant saving some slow dances for them, for others it meant doing 10 shots with them.

I tried to do some shots, but I just cannot handle that crap. Thank God the shots were in tiny little plastic cups, about the fourth of the size of a real shot. I know that I was getting a little drunk when I was getting mad at the bartender for making "weak drinks." The next day, I had the inexplicable hangover at my grandma's house (not the best place for a hangover). At that point I was certainly thinking that Youngstown was effed up.

We made it home safe and sound, albeit Jake's ego a little larger, but that's alright. He deserves positive feedback from those that are not his wife and his dog. I know if things ever go bad between us, he is moving straight to Youngstown. It may be effed up, but it loves Jake.