Rehersal And Rehersal Dinner
The rehersal was just like any other wedding rehersal, that is, quick and to the point. The only entertaining thing about it was the fact that Melanie had no faith the the guys (myself included) would get there on time. She told me to be there at 5:00, which turned out to be 30 minutes early. Naturally, we show up at 5:00 wondering why there are other people in the church, and why we are the only ones from our wedding. It turns out that Melanie and her friends were late. Here are some photos of the rehersal and rehersal dinner.
This is what most rehersal's entail, standing around.
Hooray, we are fake married!
On the thought of being married to me, Melanie envokes her latest coping mechanism.
Melanie and I enjoy a hearty laugh at our witty dialogue, because that is what sophisticated couples do.
Here is Brian giving the Best Man's toast.
Melanie and her cousin Katie.
My sister Audrey, Chelley (bridesmaid), and Danielle (probably the coolest Danielle you know, also a bridesmaid).
Danny (groomsman), his date Janet, and Mike D (groomsman).
The flower girl Lina.
After the reception, we decided to head back to the hotel bar, that way nobody would have to drive. It was a good thing too. Pabst Blue Ribbon Lite was on special for $1 a can. My fondness for Pabst and its derivatives (including Old English 40's) can be found here. During my night of debauchery, Mark and I decided to hit on the local clientele.
If you will note the gin and tonic in my hand, Mike D had a penchant for buying rounds of these for everybody. Needless to say, he fell of his barstool during the course of the evening (if only I had a pic). After several more rounds of gin and tonic, Pabst, and one large bar tab, we were quickly ushered out of the bar promptly at 2:00. However, the hotel did not care if we brought our remaining provisions with us. We parked ourselves out side the main entrance for smoking purposes. Also located out there were several vets from a Marine Corps reunion. Being a vet himself, Mark struck up a lively conversation. When the last of us (myself and Danny) decided to call it a night/morning, the vets were still going strong with a bottle of 151 and Jack. A tip of the hat to the marines and their livers of steel.
This is what most rehersal's entail, standing around.
Hooray, we are fake married!
On the thought of being married to me, Melanie envokes her latest coping mechanism.
Melanie and I enjoy a hearty laugh at our witty dialogue, because that is what sophisticated couples do.
Here is Brian giving the Best Man's toast.
Melanie and her cousin Katie.
My sister Audrey, Chelley (bridesmaid), and Danielle (probably the coolest Danielle you know, also a bridesmaid).
Danny (groomsman), his date Janet, and Mike D (groomsman).
The flower girl Lina.
After the reception, we decided to head back to the hotel bar, that way nobody would have to drive. It was a good thing too. Pabst Blue Ribbon Lite was on special for $1 a can. My fondness for Pabst and its derivatives (including Old English 40's) can be found here. During my night of debauchery, Mark and I decided to hit on the local clientele.
If you will note the gin and tonic in my hand, Mike D had a penchant for buying rounds of these for everybody. Needless to say, he fell of his barstool during the course of the evening (if only I had a pic). After several more rounds of gin and tonic, Pabst, and one large bar tab, we were quickly ushered out of the bar promptly at 2:00. However, the hotel did not care if we brought our remaining provisions with us. We parked ourselves out side the main entrance for smoking purposes. Also located out there were several vets from a Marine Corps reunion. Being a vet himself, Mark struck up a lively conversation. When the last of us (myself and Danny) decided to call it a night/morning, the vets were still going strong with a bottle of 151 and Jack. A tip of the hat to the marines and their livers of steel.
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