Our final wedding of this year has come and gone! It all began Friday evening when a couple we know from Dinky College arrived at our house in preparation for the event the next day. They were the first people ever to stay overnight in our almost-completed home. On the scary old bed. That apparently did not collapse. All alone. They look pretty trustworthy, don't you think?
I wouldn't trust the photobomber in aviators though. He looks shady.
After a mind-blowingly delicious breakfast at McDonald's (because we know how to treat our guests right), we headed toward Chi-town and arrived with plenty of time to spare.
The ceremony was just as it should be: beautiful and fast. Refreshingly fast, after attending so many Catholic weddings this year. The bride and groom were never once offered chairs. I do so love Protestants.
Both members of the couple are statuesque. As compared to my gnome-like self and miniature Husband. It seemed like everything went off without a hitch (after all...they ended up...hitched).
We then ventured forth, braving a bit of cold rain, to the reception at an area country club.
No wedding is complete without an ophthalmologically-challenged pirate.
Precious and few are the moments we two can share. Name that artist.
I loved all of the purple (especially the bridesmaid dresses in royal purple and lavender). I was totally jealous of all the purple. It's a terrible thing having an entire color group cut from your wardrobe. Husband and I suffer in silence.
Note our desperation.
At the reception, the food was excellent, the company was engaging, and my shoes never once hurt my feet.
The photobomber strikes again! The innocent victims are another, yet unmarried couple from Dinky College. Poor innocents.
At one point the gentlemen turned into tie zombies...
...and managed to molest the groom with their crotchal regions and thumbs...
Maybe the happy couple should have rethought their guest list...there sure were a lot of weird people in attendance...
Congratulations, you two!