My partner told her sister Marie that if there was anything we could bring with us, just ask. Marie called the night before we left to ask us to bring enough breakfast food to feed 25 people each morning for the Saturday and Sunday. And some white sandals for her to wear in the ceremony. So we got up earlier on the day we were driving to do the shopping.
It is incredible to me that you went along with this.
Bags of Rice Krispies, corn flakes, and puffed wheat (generic brands), 4 gallons of milk, 4 loaves of bread for toast and some butter. Voila. Breakfast.
White flip flops from Walmart (since if they are a little big or small it won't matter)
<shoves EvilGinger back into the basement closet.>
I wish! Actually she specified muffins, fruit, and juice. Which was really ironic because as a diabetic who's low-carbing it (and which Marie did know), I couldn't eat any of it. The reason we did it was because Marie is my partner's only sibling.
So we ended up with a cartload of groceries we had to stuff into our car along with the three lawnchairs and wedding presents and luggage and food for ourselves (because the remote community had no restaurants or places to get food on a weekend).
Funny you should say it, we did take her two pairs of relatively cheap sandals from Walmart that were awfully close to being flipflops because of course they had to be forgiving on size. One pair of them did fit.
And she is supposedly reimbursing us for all this. I'll believe it when I see it.