Chris and I hit the road last Friday to go to my cousin Tom's wedding. We stopped at a Cracker Barrel in Savannah for a late-night dinner. Chris asked for some jelly to go with his biscuits, to which the waitress replied, "We have strawberry, grape, or this crazy new orange stuff." So Chris said he'd take a chance on the crazy orange stuff. She came back and warned that it was "really sweet," adding, "It looks weird, but then all jelly looks weird. It's called ma...man...mar...Well, here it is." When she left, Chris showed me the label; it was marmalade. It's going to blow her mind one day when she discovers peanut butter.

The next day we stopped by my dad and stepmom's hotel room so they could finally meet Chris. Screamy was being unusually quiet. For her. Which is still really loud for a normal person. My dad has recently discovered Facebook and doesn't quite understand how it works. It took me a couple of days to realize that he'd been having a one-sided conversation with me on his own wall. I also noticed that he recently friended a guy I was in marching band with. It turns out that he had wanted to friend Chris, but he didn't know his last name, and I had set my privacy settings so that he couldn't see my complete profile. So my dad decided to look through my friends list and just add the first Chris he found.

We had numerous issues getting to the wedding on time and ended up missing the sermon, which was fine and dandy with me. The reception was dry and involved some exceptionally long and rambling toasts. I always forget to bring a wedding flask.

Sunday we went to Folly Beach. It was super fun, and now we have sunburns as souvenirs. Then Chris, Ansley and I went on a ghost tour that night, which is something I had always wanted to do in Charleston. It was a good one, too; we got to go into an old cemetery and everything. All in all it was a pretty fun trip, but I also hope my remaining single cousins can put off mating for at least another year.