If You Want To Attend A Wedding At A Waffle House

Just go to Georgia.

The result was what a NASCAR tailgate might be like if Hank Jr. himself stopped by with all his rowdy friends: Loud and proud – country music, storytelling and plenty of Dale Earnhardt paraphernalia – and not an iota of pretentiousness.

Shortly after exchanging vows under the shade of a tree next to the parking lot, both man and wife let out sighs of relief as they picked up their two little blonde girls and chatted with family and friends. But there was not time to relax – the wedding cake had to be cut inside.

“It’s been crazy, madness,” the bride said. “Finally, everything worked out.”

Standing nearby, the father of the newly minted Mrs. Pamela Mathis, William Christopher, wondered if anyone had videotaped the ceremony. He wants to send it in to CMT.

“I think it’s pretty redneck myself,” he said, laughing. “But I’m a redneck anyway, so.”

The couple plans to honeymoon Monday and Tuesday, but then it’s back to work.

The destination?

“I don’t know yet,” Mathis said.