My Homage to Tequila.

I know I promised more family introductions and photos, but I had a sudden change of heart. I felt the sudden need to leave behind the G-rated little kid posts and throw in a little healthy R-rated action instead. Shocking, I know.

Let me say, first of all, that I never drink. Seriously. Practically NEVER. However, I was in Mexico with my husband and NO kids, at a Mexican wedding and there was tequila being passed out like it was water...and we had a huge bus to take us back to our hotel. I didn't know it at the time, but I was a goner the minute I got to that wedding.

Two years ago, our good friend John was marrying a beautiful girl in Mexico City. My Texas Homeboy was asked to be a groomsman, so we flew down there for the wedding. We left our cute boys behind because we heard children get kidnapped a lot down there.

The wedding was gorgeous and held in some 16th century chapel. It was elegant and amazing.

And then the real party started...and the second band showed up.

They started handing out costumes.

and clowns on stilts start mingling in the crowd.

(and, at this point, the photography goes seriously downhill folks because the photographer, who never drinks, had one too many tequilas. Make that ten too many.

Ok, I admit, I lost count.

And lost time...

Someone else may have had my camera for a while even.

In fact, the rest of the night was pretty fuzzy.

Wait, I know these guys. On the left is my Texas Homeboy.

At this point I have my camera back, and this is my abstract art photo of the night...

Behold, batteries on the table!

These are some of our friends.

When you've had way too much tequila, everyone's your friend.

And things get really weird when everyone has masks on...

I might know this guy.
I think he's had too much tequila as well.
Yep, he looks familiar.
We didn't make it back to our hotel until the party was over...

at like 5am the next morning.

It was one helluva a wedding