My auntie Emily and her husband Patrick got married on a scorching hot day in the summer of ‘97. The reception was in my parents yard. We closed off Maddaus Lane and paraded around the neighborhood with incense, a giant cake on a stick, and cut-outs of Patrick’s face on a stick. I was totally mortified at the moment (it also could have been the fact that I was wearing a robin’s egg blue pantsuit) but looking back at it now, it was probably the most radical scene Golden Valley has ever seen.
[a ‘stache-on-a-stick wedding photo via daleyhake]