


80mph times 250 miles, equals, 20,000 bugs splattered on my windshield. The wedding rocked, with tamborine and all!




Patricia and Gordon were serenaded.
Every reception should have glow rings.


It was hot so I decided to wear shorts that only an '87 Larry Bird would find stylish. Yola frowned at the site of my mid thigh and demanded that I wear something in vogue.
We shot Andrew carrying Kristine in the water and I thought, "I want to be carried too!" I asked Andrew if he could carry me in water, for the sake of the blog of course, but Yola, the sane one, didn't want me or Andrew to get injured before the wedding.



