Here I am getting jiggy with the bride and groom at the wedding of the year. But this is the photo that should sum up the day. Tears of happiness and missing loved ones flow like the wine. During the ceremony, Nate was compelled to break the rules and kiss his luminous bride before he was supposed to. In fact, he kissed her about 3 more times before the end of the ceremony. He was probably too over come with happiness not to. Sniff. And don’t get me started on the touching speeches by the fathers of the happy couple. Sob.
After we dryed our eyes it was time to cut a mean rug on the dance floor. I pretty much only stopped dancing until there was temporary blackout due to too much juice on the boards. It was fixed after a quick drink and a taste of wedding cake.
The dance floor was full of great memories. Catherine and Tamar performing the original choreography of Thriller, salsa dancing with Steve, seeing new father Mike dancing up a sweaty storm and enjoying his night off from diaper changing, and Holly and Nate dancing/hugging to Nightswimming for their first dance.
It felt like the party was just getting started right when the dj said good night, so we headed over to the American Legion, which is a locals only joint. Its owns a great jukebox, Elvis pinball machine and cheap beer.
Finally I had one more drink back at the rented guest house dubbed “the Christmas tree house” since it still has a fully decorated tree in the living room (Maine can be a little kooky). We drank and listened to the whole Boston Album and I finally threw in the towel. I was emotionally drained and so happy I came. And happy Nate and Holly are officially hitched.