Note: All these pictures are courtesy of one Miss , so I didn’t take a single one of these.  I also used a pirated version of Photoshop on Damon’s PC.  Also? They are in no particular order, so my drunkenness does not progress photographically. The only honest thing about these pictures: the LOVE, people.  THE LOVE.

Here’s picture of the actual wedding, which the rest of us were unable to attend on account of the crappy traffic jam…

I haven’t seen Jess, seen below, in ages.  She’s been Up North with the Fudgepackers [read: living on Mackinac Island].

I dig wedding cake.
L to R: Nicole’s fiance Nick, Matthew Jay, Stadt, Myself.

Man on Wife Action! The first dance!
They danced to “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge and all the theatre geeks at Table 15 sang along.

‘Giners!

Me, Jess [whom you can barely see due to my over-the-shoulder vanity pose], Katey, Nicole (and a bit of Matt)

Me and Jess with Katey’s hubby, Chris!  There is no filter on that.  We are glowing that much naturally.

Break it down, Stadt!

Ow ow! Me, Jess, Allison, Lauren, and Stephanie.
I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even have a dress on, just my clutch purse.

Nicole’s wedding is coming soon.  No cha-cha slide, please.

BFF! and Filters! (Oh, Photoshop, how I’ve missed you)

This is Jess’s new beau, Tom.  We are partners in crime.  I am armed with this empty glass.

This one is my favorite.

The End.