Catherine and Stan both knew they wanted something laid back for their wedding day. A simple white tent in her dad’s backyard, with shotguns for the guys to shoot in the morning, mimosas at a bed and breakfast for the girls, and a wedding ceremony under the Oak trees in the family pasture. Handwritten notes, and handwritten vows, vows which Stan threw away during the ceremony and “just winged it.” A reception full of laughter, Margaritas, and a rousing song by a groomsman that didn’t quite sound like a singer. This was Catherine and Stan’s ideal wedding, which fit them (and me) perfectly. Now when I think about Truluck’s, I still think about Seafood, Steak, and Crab, but I also think about eyepatches and Catherine and Stan. Not a bad thought.