Ah yes. We were in a bridal chariot . . .
. . . On the way to the beach . . .
. . . with the lovelies . . .
. . . and the loveliness.
We are *so* lucky to have this goofball . . .
. . . and this goofball, too. Happy Birthday, Jelly Roll!
It was the most beautiful day of the year; it has not been as nice since. It was a perfectly miraculous gem of a day.
After a wedding on the beach, though? You've got to pack it on up and haul it all away . . . .
. . . and bring it on down to the Captain Scott's.
Cheer up, Jess.
The best wedding-wine-keeper in all the land . . .
And then?
Lobstah Rolls . . .
. . . and fries . . .
. . . and a million other gorgeous things to eat, all courtesy of Howie and Marcie . . .
I went up the window to help bring it all on back to the tables. When questioned, I said to the girl, "I'm Howie" and I meant it.
Later there were cups of cake . . .
And glorious flowers . . .
And lovely friends . . .
And this kid . . .
. . . and all these kids . . .
. . . and all the everybodies.
It was one for the ages, and Howie and Marcie were the King and Queen of the Festivities . . .
. . . well, as was our girl . . .
. . . well, as were our girls.
Such gorgeous photos! And cupcakes, and humans! And yeah, that day? Beautiful! Bravo.
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I love the photos of the lovely peeps eyeballing each other. Really, really great. I also NEEEEEEd those lobster rolls. All of them. STAT.
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Jacquie