A wedding is a solemn and joyous occasion, in the church. The reception is where is gets downright silly. After reviewing photos, I’ve decided that my drunk-tography could use a bit of work. This photo is a result of dim lighting, an unskilled iPhone user and 3 gin & tonics. Sort of scary. It’s such a terrible picture that no one is recognizable, which saves me I hope. Thank God there were professional photographers.
But the reception was a hoot. Get a group of 250 family and friends together, feed them and provide an open bar and all hell breaks loose. Our now joined by marriage clan rocked that building from 6:30pm to 11:30pm. It was in the hotel where we stayed so didn’t have to worry about anyone drinking and driving. Good thing too. I heard that some had difficulty navigating the skywalk between the ballroom and the hotel suites.
Those of us who were capable of exiting our beds this morning gathered for family breakfast. The lovely bride and groom are departing for their honeymoon tomorrow. A good time was had by all.