four words to describe the night of my wedding: a zoot suit riot. it was out of control. and that's how I had planned for it to be. With my kind of people, we like to party and have a riot and I think we did a good job of creating one. Barefoot on the cobblestone ready to twist and ankle or two we were moving and grooving, swinging and swooning and having a feel good time. I didn't want the night to end, even though I knew the week ahead of me was going to be in the Caribbean. I was just having too much fun. I was in my zone surrounded by all of the people I love.
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