We once had to attend a western themed wedding for which Teen Angel was a flower girl. The invitation said we all had to wear western attire. And it was family. So we did. We sat on hay bales in sticky August weather and sipped punch from a bowl with rope wrapped about the base of it. Unfortunately, there were no adult beverages to sooth the trauma of wearing cowboy hats, boots and bolas for family photos that linger in albums years fifteen years later.