The wedding was fantastic. I was a little nervous, but not too bad. Nothing went wrong, which is half of what makes a successful wedding. I gave the groomsmen flasks with their first initial on them. The flasks have little shot cups built into the center. I filled them with whiskey, and we all took a belt before leaving for the wedding. The ceremony was nice, with no Jesus talk. That may have disappointed my grandmother, but it was nice for us. Afterwards, we had a fantastic reception. I've never seen so many people dance at a wedding, and I was stunned by how many relatives of mine were dancing. They're all from South Dakota, and I never would have guessed they would party their asses off. Even my little nephew was going nuts. Here's a picture taken by my dad:
The wife's dad had to pay the DJ to keep going at 10 because so many people were still dancing. A lot of other things happened, too, including a chance to see a bunch of friends we don't see often enough. But I'll save the other details for later.
I rate this wedding: 6 wedding cakes and one dancing 8-year-old.
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Sigh. My son, the dancing fool. I am never sure if we should be proud or vaguely disturbed, heh.
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