The ceremony itself was simple and graceful. Barb and Tom exchanged rings and vows after a few words of encouragement and support from the minister. The girls were included in the wedding party, and they looked almost grown up. Almost. And as beautiful as ever, of course, if a little wobbly in their fancy shoes.
Ah, but after a wedding there's a party, right? The reception was a mix of tradition and mayhem. Children were flying around everywhere, and once the music started they never stopped moving. Bouquets and garters were flung to the waiting masses (David caught the garter, but a little girl snatched the bouquet out of Tammy's hands.)
I don't think I drank too much, although all the evidence isn't in yet. I'll let you know tomorrow. Tammy is a bartender, so when she offered to make me a margarita (and then another one), what could I say? I don't think I ate too much, but I probably won't be hungry again for a day or two.
I did a little dancing, but I'm not sure what that proves. I didn't fall down, so I wasn't too oversaturated. On the other hand, it would have been hard to get me out on the floor at all without a little liquid encouragement. Anyway, I had a great time, and as far as I could tell so did everyone else. The party was still going on when we left, but it was starting to wind down. All in all, a very good day.