Saturday, July 11th, 1998
(aka, the "Day that Really Blew" or "Attack of the Killer
Airplanes")
Here they are, the photos you've all been waiting for. I knew nobody would actually believe that I could find somebody stupid enough to marry me (the trick was to find somebody with only one good eye, and then stay on the bad side until after it was legal), so I hereby submit photographic evidence of the occasion. Actually, between the wind and the airplanes, I'm not sure if she said "I do," or "NO WAY!" but I slipped the preacher a few extra bucks, and now it's all legit. Once again, I'm too lazy to thumbnail all of these things and then create separate pages for each one (it's a pain in the ass, and I figure nobody ever really looks at this stuff but me anyway, and I have a cable modem, nah-nah!), so I hope you have something else to do while you wait for 'em to download.
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Back stage at the balloon staging area with Pee-Wee and Evelyn.
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Here are the guests assembled at the tent, and no doubt wondering where the hell the booze is at! |
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 This is a picture of our wedding cake.... |
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| And below, an up close shot of what my wife decided to have that bird do all over the poor groom. No respect. | |
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