Anniversorama
I hadn't even thought to post this here, until both lordandrei AND shimmeringjemmy posted the same thing tonight...
Eight years ago today (Aug 14th that is) Vanilla (my wife doesn't LJ, her loss) and I tied the knot in a lovely ceremony.
That day has a few great memories:
I wore my brother's tux and he wore mine (the tailor got the measurements right, just the names wrong). Mine looked painted on and the paints looked to short while his looked like a gorilla had worn it before him. We didn't notice to fix it until AFTER the photos.
The food was amazing. My favorite restaurant served more food than could ever be eaten. We took the leftover ravioli and lasagna home and froze it and lived off it for months.
The maid of honor's husband got tanked on scotch between the wedding and the reception. He sat at the head table and made an ass of himself in front of 120 people. Good times.
At the end of the professional photographs we took some candid shots, during which I dropped Vanilla on the grass and stepped on her dress.
My sister in law got smashed and hit on both my father and myself (in jest I am sure) before Dad went to drive her home. She promptly fell down the cement stairs at the reception hall and scraped herself up pretty good.
Our ring-bearer (who was hobbit sized) chickened out and we had to have somebody walk back and get the rings for us.
Almost 400 people showed up for the ceremony and the church was packed. We hadn't expected it so many people had to stand in the vestibule.
Our guests drank only half as much as we thought they would. That would NEVER happen at a house party.
We successfully kept our hotel room location a secret. Nobody managed to short-change our sheets or put anything nasty in our bed. We DID have a friend on the inside have champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries ready for when we arrived. Awww.
Eight years ago today (Aug 14th that is) Vanilla (my wife doesn't LJ, her loss) and I tied the knot in a lovely ceremony.
That day has a few great memories:
I wore my brother's tux and he wore mine (the tailor got the measurements right, just the names wrong). Mine looked painted on and the paints looked to short while his looked like a gorilla had worn it before him. We didn't notice to fix it until AFTER the photos.
The food was amazing. My favorite restaurant served more food than could ever be eaten. We took the leftover ravioli and lasagna home and froze it and lived off it for months.
The maid of honor's husband got tanked on scotch between the wedding and the reception. He sat at the head table and made an ass of himself in front of 120 people. Good times.
At the end of the professional photographs we took some candid shots, during which I dropped Vanilla on the grass and stepped on her dress.
My sister in law got smashed and hit on both my father and myself (in jest I am sure) before Dad went to drive her home. She promptly fell down the cement stairs at the reception hall and scraped herself up pretty good.
Our ring-bearer (who was hobbit sized) chickened out and we had to have somebody walk back and get the rings for us.
Almost 400 people showed up for the ceremony and the church was packed. We hadn't expected it so many people had to stand in the vestibule.
Our guests drank only half as much as we thought they would. That would NEVER happen at a house party.
We successfully kept our hotel room location a secret. Nobody managed to short-change our sheets or put anything nasty in our bed. We DID have a friend on the inside have champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries ready for when we arrived. Awww.