And, eventually, with the cute farm shit out of the way, as the afternoon makes its way toward evening, the party's chariot has arrived. Summer's arranged to have them all take their booze with them on a hayride through the farm and the countryside for their pregame and gifts or whatever else, where they can just sort of sit back in the back of a totally decked out wagon, strung up with lights and soft flannel blankets (and, okay, okay, some dick-shaped confetti, something penis-shaped had to make an appearance somewhere, as a rule), to just chill, drink champagne, enjoy some jello shots. And, as the evening starts to fall and the bottles start getting emptier, the apple trees along their path also light up with strings of lights to really set the mood a little more.

And, of course, there's a theme in Summer's return to some of her favorite Annie-inspired jello shots, from your classic champagne and lemon drops, to some nice mimosas and a bit of gold, too. A little pieto go with the theme, and a little tribute to the groom as well.

And, just for the hell of it, some fried tequila shots, because how could she not?