Athena's Wedding reception went off with only the expected hitches, which is about as good as I can expect.
I asked my cousin Alaina to make signs for the potty poetry you all contributed. Being the scrapbooky sort, she made sure that each had tulle and custie matching moutings. I reminded her that it was poop poetry, and cutsie wasn't really required.
Old Man Flangas (whom no one but Uncle Mike can stand - guess who invited him?) showed up at the reception demanding whiskey and his own bottle of champagne. Dad - he was the guy you had to muscle for smoking a cigar in the church at my wedding. Classy.
Athena was beautiful, Patrick was handsome, and the ceremony made me all teary, it was so pretty.
Now we just need to do it again tomorrow for the baptism.
Posted by Jen at September 30, 2006 6:00 PM