Clapping for the bride and groom...
And using my chopsticks as drumsticks.
The chopsticks were also used in my other favorite activity, which was shoving any utensils I could find in Dad's shirtpocket.
And here I am having my first champagne. Kidding, it's only apple cider, but don't I look fancy? I offered to give a toast, but Dad said no one there really wanted to hear about Chewy being a pooper dog and not a frog. Maybe next time.
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