Between LL Cool J, Bob Dylan, our Hyde Park Blast porch party, Chicago, Norris Lake, my class reunion, a potential trip to Boston and weekends at the pool, I'm not sure we're going to have time for a wedding this summer.
Maybe we'll just wear our pool clothes and have it on the front porch.
But just in case we're able to squeeze it in, I've ordered several boxes of Franzia and the DJ to only play Justin Bieber.
Close friends and tweens only, obviously.
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