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The wedding went forward, despite the bride's sister's threats of self-imolation. |
The room itself, done up nicely in purple and off-white. The cake is slightly left of center. Beyond is the arch where the wedding took place and, behind that, Fieldstone, the band. |
Robby Reeves, star of stage and screen, makes another attempt at finding the correct ceremonial text. The bride and groom apparently aren't Klingons. Who knew? |
Silliness notwithstanding, we got married. Aren't we adorable? Yes, we are. And you think so too. Nyah. |
The best man (yes, the woman on the left), officiant, groom, and bride. |
The bride and groom with the bride's family. Note the distinctly unburned sister, second from the left. |
The bride explains the food to the matron of honor and usherette. From left to right, farfalle alfredo, rotelle al pesto, and raviolli pomodoro (wedding soup and venison ragu not pictured). |
The great French chef Marie-Antoine Carême (1783-1833) once said "The fine arts are five in number, namely: painting, sculpture, poetry, music, and architecture, the principal branch of the latter being pastry." The architect (and contractor, for that matter), in this case, is the bride's mother. |
A detail shot of the cake, with a view up the western staircase. |
The destruction of a work of art. Oh, base vandals. |