Enroute to Seattle and Rehearsal Dinner

We flew up today to attend Uncle Scott and Aunt Carol’s wedding. We arrived at the rehearsal dinner where I was given my very own “Seattle Pig”, rolled a big Heineken beer keg around, and was later kicked out of the bar. They said I had to be at least 21 years old or else I can’t sit in the bar area. Poor Grandma had to walk me around while mom and dad visit with all the guests.