Backpacking through France
In the spring of 1988, Snugs and I got married for reasons I won’t go into (and no, I wasn’t pregnant). My parents gave us a choice. They told us they would either throw us a wedding, or give us $5,000 in cash. Hmmmm…let’s see…one day dressed as a giant cupcake feeding a bunch of strangers or a month backpacking in France? We didn’t even have to think about it. I almost ripped off one of Pops’s fingers in my rush to snatch the cash out of his hands. It would have been a shitty wedding anyway. The only thing Snugs and I could imagine that would be more hideous than attending a wedding (any wedding) would be attending OUR wedding. But a month backpacking through France…wow. I had the plane tickets booked before Mumsie had a chance to put the kettle on.