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linden_jayOkay, this is so far due that it's ridiculous, but in my defense, I only got the pictures developed right before Christmas. Back in September, I went back to BC to attend my baby sister in law (Amer)'s wedding. Never mind the fact that she was a full 3 years older than I was when I got married, I met her for the first time when she was only four years old, and I knew her before I knew the Academic Husband, (she's the youngest of four, with three older brothers, AH being the oldest. His second brother is my age, and we were in the same grade) so she's doomed to be four forever.
The past few weddings I've gone to, I've spent most of the day following the wedding party around and taking a couple (few, many, dozen) rolls of film, both black and white, mostly atmosphere and candids, very little posed (that's what the pros are for). This is just a taste, but it's a bit image heavy.
All the bridesmaids dresses were sewn by my mother in law. She started out with my wedding making just the one bridesmaids dress for her daughter, (Amer when she was just fourteen) and by the time the fourth wedding came along, she'd graduated to doing all of them for all the bridesmaids.
The bridesmaid's flowers.
The bride's flowers.
Amer in her dress and veil.
Amer and her daddy, not long before we left for the ceremony.
The arch and the view of the lake behind them on the beach where they were married.
The flower girl, trying to duplicate the poses that the photographer was using for Amer.
The Boys.
The flower girl again... I'm just shocked we kept her out of the sand till after the pictures.
The head table
The cake... which almost no one touched because:
They had a chocolate fountain. If I actually liked chocolate, I probably would be more impressed, but mostly I just thought it was pretty. But this was a BIG HIT. Huge trays of cut fruit and, well... chocolate fountain.
Amer and the flower girl (and friend) at the chocolate fountain. They spent a LOT of time there.
My table. Not all that impressive really, except for this is the amount of alcohol that my two sister in laws and I went through BEFORE DINNER. Did I mention that I remember very little of the reception?
And a bonus track for all you non-Canadians from the gift opening that was the next morning. I don't know if this is something people do elsewhere, but recently it's become in vogue for couples to do a gift opening the next day, at one of the parents houses. Close family and friends show up, eat leftovers from the night before, and watch people open seven thousand gifts. It's actually astonishingly boring, except that you get to visit with people you didn't get to talk with the night before when you were drunk off your ass. Assuming that you actually feel like visiting since everyone's usually hung over. Well, unless you're the AH's bible belt relatives from Saskatchewan who are tea totaler, despite the fact that the grain they grow is sold to Molson's Breweries.
Wow, digression. ANYWAY, this tracks back to something I'd talked about way earlier about how in Canada, where I'm from anyway, no one wears shoes in the house ever when you come over to people's houses. You'll see them walking around in fancy clothes, but the shoes are left at the door:
And if you really feel like not going barefoot, you just pick a pair of slippers up out of the basket:
The past few weddings I've gone to, I've spent most of the day following the wedding party around and taking a couple (few, many, dozen) rolls of film, both black and white, mostly atmosphere and candids, very little posed (that's what the pros are for). This is just a taste, but it's a bit image heavy.
All the bridesmaids dresses were sewn by my mother in law. She started out with my wedding making just the one bridesmaids dress for her daughter, (Amer when she was just fourteen) and by the time the fourth wedding came along, she'd graduated to doing all of them for all the bridesmaids.
The bridesmaid's flowers.
The bride's flowers.
Amer in her dress and veil.
Amer and her daddy, not long before we left for the ceremony.
The arch and the view of the lake behind them on the beach where they were married.
The flower girl, trying to duplicate the poses that the photographer was using for Amer.
The Boys.
The flower girl again... I'm just shocked we kept her out of the sand till after the pictures.
The head table
The cake... which almost no one touched because:
They had a chocolate fountain. If I actually liked chocolate, I probably would be more impressed, but mostly I just thought it was pretty. But this was a BIG HIT. Huge trays of cut fruit and, well... chocolate fountain.
Amer and the flower girl (and friend) at the chocolate fountain. They spent a LOT of time there.
My table. Not all that impressive really, except for this is the amount of alcohol that my two sister in laws and I went through BEFORE DINNER. Did I mention that I remember very little of the reception?
And a bonus track for all you non-Canadians from the gift opening that was the next morning. I don't know if this is something people do elsewhere, but recently it's become in vogue for couples to do a gift opening the next day, at one of the parents houses. Close family and friends show up, eat leftovers from the night before, and watch people open seven thousand gifts. It's actually astonishingly boring, except that you get to visit with people you didn't get to talk with the night before when you were drunk off your ass. Assuming that you actually feel like visiting since everyone's usually hung over. Well, unless you're the AH's bible belt relatives from Saskatchewan who are tea totaler, despite the fact that the grain they grow is sold to Molson's Breweries.
Wow, digression. ANYWAY, this tracks back to something I'd talked about way earlier about how in Canada, where I'm from anyway, no one wears shoes in the house ever when you come over to people's houses. You'll see them walking around in fancy clothes, but the shoes are left at the door:
And if you really feel like not going barefoot, you just pick a pair of slippers up out of the basket:
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Date: 2007-01-08 03:35 am (UTC)The location is GORGEOUS and I am in love with the flowers :O
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Date: 2007-01-09 06:58 am (UTC)Chocolate fountain=big damned hit. Highly recommended by all.