tephanie and att's Wedding


March 2, 2002, 4:00 PM


We got married. Really. No, seriously, we got married. Honest! See? We've got pictures and everything. Wedding and reception were held at the Edgewood in St. Mary's, PA. Fieldstone played a variety of traditional and original Celtic-flavored songs (and if you didn't hear them, they have two fine CDs available; they make great gifts!) as guests arrived from the gathering cold to find a wide assortment of cookies made by the bride's mother. Not wasting any time, the ceremony was performed by Robby Reeves, who, on the third try, found the right text. Once the right page was located, the ceremony was remarkably brief, and then it was on to being insufferably cute for the cameras until the food came out (made by relatives of bride and groom, with the bride's mother absorbing the brunt of the task). Stephanie had to deal with her face hurting from smiling so much! Silly string, rubber balls, and butterscotch pudding were distributed, but there were no fatalities. We certainly enjoyed it, and by all accounts everybody else did too. More wedding pictures here and even more here as well, not to mention here. We've also put up pictures from the honeymoon in Ireland.

By the way, please be aware that the bride is not changing her last name. She will legally remain Stephanie Bunn. Bride and groom have agreed that Mrs. Riggsby is the groom's mom.



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.