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Marriage
I didn't take this picture, obviously, so I refuse to take responsibility for the fact that everyone's wincing. I REFUSE!!!
...it was freaking hot out there.
Kelly sang a song. There was an old hippie playing the bongos down on the beach. I'm told these two events were unrelated, but made for an amusing combination. The officiant was nice and extremely homosexual. I gave Megan away. She called me "daddy" and I vomited three times. I was thus forced to tell Megan and Alex about the "special hug" they'd discover that night that is reserved specially for prospective mommies and daddies. I think they understood.
Not really sure what else to say about the ceremony itself. It was short. They seem to love each other. I welled up a bit. This says it all, for me anyway:
After a clothes change, we were off to Mangoes for dinner.
Notice the cake. It was tasty. Unfortunately, this pleasant dinner was interrupted by a tactical nuclear strike.
Thankfully, the entire wedding party was saved from destruction by the strength of Megan and Alex's love for each other. Everyone else in the restaurant died horrible, horrible deaths.
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