On Saturday, Sept. 24, 2005, I got married. That was cool.
Everything went pretty smoothly, and everyone said they had a wonderful time. The hotel was really nice, and everyone did their jobs without much drama, from the florist to the photographer, musicians and dj’s, everything went off without a hitch.
Our photographer was awesome, actually. He’s an old friend of my wife from college days, and I got a whole bunch of compliments on the guitarist who played the ceremony and cocktail hour music. That’s saying a lot, since just about everyone on my father’s side of the family are musicians, some of them professional (or former professionals).
The food was outstanding. The chicken was *not* rubber chicken that you sometimes get, and the filet mignon was out of this world.
Pictures to follow!!