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Wedding YMCA Dance-a-thon!

Here are more pictures of the wedding on Saturday. Here is hubby's Dad, Doug. Can you guess what song everyone was dancing to? It was seriously hilarious to watch everyone cutting loose.

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Here is one of the groom's parents. Does anyone think this woman looks remotely old enough to have a son getting married?

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Here are the grandparents of the groom. Does anyone think that they look old enough to have a grandson getting married?? No, me either.

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And no wedding is complete without an enormous buffet.
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And here's my number one son. Anyone think the boy could use a hair cut? Yes? Well, please tell him that.

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Here is Kathy, mother of the groom, her aunt Janet, aunt Pat and Janet's daughter Keetah in the wheelchair. Wish I had a picture of
them doing the YMCA! It was hilarious!

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  1. Far be it from me to be pedantic at such a joyous occasion (I bloody hate weddings), but can one something be "seriously hilarious"?

  2. Yes, far be it from you to be pedantic. ::grin:: Yes, you can be seriously hilarious, but only if everyone around you is drinking and you are sober.

    Weddings aren't so bad, are they?

  3. People spending a really stupid amount of money on a one day event instead of investing in a house. People indulging in myriad made-up traditions just because every other silly devil does. People getting very embarrassingly drunk. People spending time with those they would willing run through with a machete.
    Yes, that's my idea of a fun day.

  4. Ah yes. I do see your point in several areas. Having said that, I think there is something to be said for tradition, also in some areas (not the getting stupid drunk or outspending the Jones'). These two kids that got married deserved to have a lovely day of it, and they did. The bride has had several heart surgeries, the groom has CF. Their lives haven't been all that rosy.

    All in all, it was a wonderful time. I'd do it again.

    You've never enjoyed any wedding that you've attended?


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