
Here's the happy couple at the altar. Oh, and the back of some dude's head.

Now officially man and wife, Dan and Erica make their exit. That's Jason's head in this shot.

My sister Salena and I, all dressed up. I should point out that I borrowed a tie from Dylan. It was decided that both of the ties I had brought were not celebratory enough. One was black with some subtle patterns of color and the other featured a famous painting which apparently disturbs some people.
A rare photo of "the seven." In the back is Dylan, Dan and Ben. In front are Mike, Jason, Dave and myself. We had to hurry as Dan was needed to pose for the official photographer, so our photo was a little rushed. We probably won't get to take another photo like this until the next wedding.

I like this photo a lot. Someone made an off-hand comment that we looked like "posers" during a previous photo. That prompted us to really "pose" for a photo. That's Jason's younger brother Paul posing with us.

As you can see, we took a lot of pictures outside the church; it was a very lovely day. That's Kate, Ben's sister, standing next to him and Salena. Our sisters are close friends just as Ben and I are close friends. Our families have been spending time together (in various combinations) for twenty years.

It's no secret: I love the "High Life!" We found this 40 oz. bottle in a liquor store on the way back to the hotel. Mike posed for this fun photo but I was the one who got to drink it at the afterparty.

At the reception, Jason and Ben enjoy many drinks from the bar seen in the background. Not pictured: the mutton-chopped bartender who served us. Dave is staring at...well, who knows?

Mike and Ben's mom Susan enjoy the live band at the reception. Do you like his bracelet? Mike makes his own accessories.

Here I am singing "New York, New York" with the band.

From this angle, you can see Mike backing me up. I think I'm winding up because I look out of breath.

We move to the afterparty in my hotel room. Either Dylan is trying to cool Mike off or smother him.

I must be very drunk at this point. There's no way that object could be that fascinating to me. And why am I wearing a towel over my head?
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