And there’s not going to be any booze at the reception. Congrats to him and all that though. Here are a few annoyingly-blurry photos of the happy couple practicing their last mile walk yesterday afternoon:
This is Chris, generally referred to here as Little Bro:
And that’s Abby on the left:
As you can see, my Nikon Coolpix 3200 hates me.
The reception dinner at Canoe last night was pretty solid. There was an Ostrich appetizer, New York Strip entrée and a stellar vanilla and sugar cookie dessert. On the downside, the New York strip came out medium even though I asked for medium-rare. The dessert more than made up for it though.
I can’t even fathom the idea of marriage without a massive case of heartburn welling up in my chest. To each his own, I reckon. The only marriage wedding I had fun at was my friend Jamie’s. The ceremony was only 15 minutes, and there were multiple kegs, boxed wine, and a crowd of motivated heathens to imbibe them with at the reception afterwards.
Ha, that makes it sound like you stuck around for the honeymoon and everything thereafter. Clearly you are referring to the wedding, but I just found it amusing. Kind of like that Mr. Show bit where David Cross is the Third Wheel on Bob and whatever that chick’s name is’s honeymoon.
Your new name is Grammar Cop.
I know this is off-topic, but as soon as I get enough money with Blogshares.com, I’m going to institute a corporate take-over of this blog.
Muahahahahaha!
Just kidding.
Take heart, my little wing. Its only because you haven’t met me! Men always want to marry me and probably some women, too. I go around all the time toppling men’s silly little hang-ups about love and devotion and trust every day - simply because I’m a kind, genuine, interesting person! Even the most strident “I don’t believe in the instituition of marriage” assholes quickly decide that “you know, maybe I was wrong about some of my fundamental beliefs.” What do you want from me? I just have that sort of affect on people. Its like a spell, but with none of the preternatural bullshit or cauldrens.
Two small asides:
wedding with no alcohol / Satan = same thing.
I like my steaks blue and my balls medium-rare; not the other way ’round.
Post Scriptum:
A thousand humble apologies for commenting thirty seven times yesterday when I was shitfaced. Forgive me?
My comment is awaiting moderation?!?
Nigga, please.
What, did I accidentally trip the Self-Important Princess booby trap ergo triggering the Bitch alarm?
Hmm, I didn’t have alcohol at my wedding reception. If you don’t like it, suck it. We had a kickass buffet and I ate the shit outta it.
Regardless, it was more likely that Satan was involved in that wedding than God. We had a female, Unitarian Universalist minister marry us, for Christsake. “God” was never mentioned in the ceremony. And we lit a “unity candle” like a couple of damn hippies. It was awesome though.
Yes, we are now divorced. That is neither here nor there, and is certainly unrelated to alcohol, Satan, or God.
You didn’t have alcohol at your reception, but you did have a female UU minister marry you?
What is wrong with this picture..
When you have to pay for a wedding one day, you’ll see the huge difference not having alcohol at the reception makes. It’s craziness, I tell you.
Whatever. I’ll scrimp on the dress and/or buffet and/or doilies.
In the alternative, I’ll tell everyone that my reception is BYOB.
Amber! You’re my long-lost young divorcee sister, methinks!
Tell me more about this, this divorce…
I’m in the middle of the beginning of one.
We didn’t have alcohol at the reception, but we drank the hell out of some likker later.
Dude, you’d'a had fun at my wedding. Everyone who went to ours said it was the best they’d ever been too.
My wife and I got hitched at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. Small wedding, 22 people, with a reception at the Wolfgang Puck restaurant there at the hotel right afterwards, where my father-in-law paid $5 grand for the good wine and liquor.
While we were off doing post-ceremony photos, everyone was apparently at RumJungle getting pre-reception buzzes on. After we went to bed (early and exhausted), everyone apparently stayed up until dawn, ending up at the House of Blues for breakfast.
Everyone had so much more fun than we did that we’re gonna invite the same people in a few years for a vow renewal.
BTW, justice of the peace only — no religious talk at our wedding. That also contributed to the merriment.
I just came across your blog while doing some research online. I think it must have been because of the mention of heartburn in your post because that is what I was researching. Anyway, seeing wedding photos made me smile because it reminded me of my daughter who just got married herself last week. I hope everything works out for you. God bless.