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What a week this was for Phil. Two funerals and a wedding, but no Hugh Grant. He’s been a very busy pastor.
They were only serving domestic beer at the wedding reception. I needed something stronger than punch. I don’t suppose I got that though. I confessed to Phil that I would like one of the “beers” they were serving and asked him if that was ok. The couple next to us let me know that it was, that no one would mind me, the pastor’s wife, having a beer. I laughed and had to explain that it wasn’t all of them I was worried about, but my beer snob husband. I told Phil to choose one for me, something I could drink and still sit next to him. He brought back the least offensive one. And yes, it did taste like water.
The happy couple.
The other “happy” couple.