I almost forgot to tell you about my airport experience coming back to Florida from the wedding weekend. It wasn’t really much of an experience so don’t get your hopes up. We were walking around General Mitchell Airport looking for something to tide us over until wheels down in Orlando, when I spotted a disturbing sight: a young man wearing a baby blue t-shirt with the word “groom” printed on the back.

I knew I was going to see the pink one that made it a matched set but knowing didn’t make it any less painful.