I was the hot bridesmaid.
I drank entirely too much... No, scratch that. I drank "a lot", but not "too much" as I did not end up with my head in the toilet. Go me.
There was the proper amount of drama for a wedding reception. I broke up a potential brawl between too very drunk macho men. The rum must have made me brave - I guess I figured that there was NO WAY they'd hit a girl. It was fine - the situation was diffused and all was well.
My hungover ass has now got to get in in the car and drive to the in-law's house for a cousin's 30th birthday party. I shall sip water and be a perfect lady.
More wedding details as they come back to me.