Summer at Sunset

"Mom! Dad! They're here!" yells Graham, in a voice loud enough to wake all the residents of Sunset Havens who have died over the past 50 years. Now John and Babette are running down the driveway and everybody is hugging and shaking hands and the duffle is being unloaded from the trunk like a coffin from a hearse, and it's all really happening now. I take a deep breath and watch everybody file into the house from the safety of the driveway. The front door shuts with a satisfying thud. I stand there alone for a good minute and a half, relishing the fact that they are all in there and I am alone out here. Maybe I should make a run for it. I could steal a golf cart and be at the airport in, like, three days.

For Summer Hartwell, holding her and Graham's wedding 1,000 miles from home seemed like a good idea. Even if it is at a retirement community. How else could she avoid planning the wedding with her neurotic, anxiety-ridden mother? But with one week left to go and Summer's parents arriving on the scene, things begin to quickly unravel. Between the swingers' parties, the Viagra jokes, and the copious amount of alcohol, Summer's not so sure her parents will make it out of there alive. Then there's the matter of Graham being Grade A top choice meat to every woman over 65, a few of whom Summer suspects of trying to sabotage the wedding!

Can Summer and Graham hold things together long enough to make it down the aisle?