On our way

Tracy and I are on the road, headed to Oklahoma for her step-brother's wedding. It should be an interesting affair. Tracy and I are singing 3 songs in the wedding.

We just stopped for gas and I went to the restroom. Surveying the long line, I was reminded that Oklahoma's primary crop is polyester.
The rehearsal is tonight, and we will spend the night with Tracy's Mom.

As always, know that even though we aren't at home, we have hired seven armed security guards to forcefully protect the premises.