Monday, August 6, 2007

Going to the Chapel and I'm Gonna Get Beaten...

This past weekend Harry and I ventured to Columbus to attend my cousin's wedding.  I would've rather stayed home.  Or stayed on a deserted island.  Or an island crawling with lobster and lepers (both of which I find creepy).   Plates were tossed, dancers accosted, underwear revealed, and lunch regurgitated with gusto.  It was a night to remember.  Or try really hard to forget.   I won't post pictures of the "happy couple" but here are some from the rehearsal and reception that cracked me up!

 

(Holly and Harry snuggle while the Pope plate looks on disapprovingly)

 

(Summer and Brian mug for the camera at the Rehearsal Dinner-O-Death)

 

(Nan-nan, my grandmother, makes her presence known in this shot that made Summer laugh so hard that her mascara ran down her face in thick black streams!)

  (Summer's joyful expression sums up the culmination of a betrothement that almost ended in bloodshed, many, many, MANY times!)

 

 

 

 

4 comments:

amy122389 said...

::gigglechoke::  What?  No video of everyone dancing Hava Nagila?  I'm so disappointed.  :-D

~Amy

princesssaurora said...

Aww c'mon... you aren't going to give us more than that??  

be well,
Dawn

gazker said...

That would freak the crap outs me having the pope staring down at everything I did! lolol
Gaz x

oddb0dkins said...

Does the pope approve of anything!?
B. x