If all went well, I wanted to give a surprise whiskey toast after the ceremony. If all did not go well, we would want the whiskey anyway. We had planned a Yosemite wedding for October in the beautiful afternoon autumn light. The government had other plans for us, however. They had closed the national parks as part of the government shutdown, and we had been relocated outside the park. All of our desperate tweeting for them to reopen the government had yet to work, so we had no choice but to sneak a wedding into Yosemite.
Long story short – we made it to the whiskey toast without being thrown out of the park. And the whiskey tasted very good indeed. I had a flask of apple juice for my nieces and nephew, so I just had to check before I poured them their “whiskey.” It’s the reverse of the trick my grandpa used to pull – he would tell kids he had apple juice and it turned out to be whiskey.
“Whiskey!” he said.
I smiled with aunt pride. And could imagine my grandpa laughing. Looks like my grandpa made it to my wedding after all, if only in spirit.