Almost back to NYC!

Thanks, everyone for dropping by! Sorry we didn't post much during the trip, but we'll add some more Chicago and Pittsburgh info soon!

Let's Party!

This is a pic of the folks remaining at 10 o'clock, after some of the less spry guests departed:

Not actually at the party, but the wedding party took these classic Fords to the Reception. As far as I'm concerned, these were the last great American cars! (Just kidding!)

The obligatory coordinated dancing rigamarole:

Andrew Schmale, the Ring Bearer, lets loose:

The best man, the bride and groom agree to let me do my superman impression. Whoever grabbed my package, THANKS!

Rich Quick Is a Curmudgeon

This guy's first words to me: "I seen a fella walking up my driveway, and I say to myself, boy that guys got quite a tan! I'm not racist or anything."

Followed by: "Those damn Polacks are stubborn sunnabitches."

Followed by: "I don't care what color yer skin is, I love them hooters!"

Joe & The Groomsmen

No, not the hottest band in Michigan (although it wouldn't be suprising). Joe was the Best Man, and great fun all night. He had the unenviable job of following up the Maid of Honor's tear-jerker, which better not happen to me next Spring.

The Speech

It was so good his head got big (that's what you get with a wide angle lens, stop being so damn tall!)

Introducing the Konings ...

We barely know Mara. We didn't even remember Kevin's name until Mara reminded us via text 24 hours before the event. In any case, what a spectacular couple. I suspect that in another life, Mara would have been a fellow Life-Is-A-Road-Tripper and Kevin would be a regular at Sunday Poker Night. When two strange men crash your wedding at the behest of the bride, a lot of grooms would go into a full blown jealous passive aggressive meltdown. Kevin didn't miss a beat. It probably helps that he's a lot better looking than either of us. And Mara? After that bachelorette party, we tried to suss out if Mara was at all serious. I mean, drunken BS aside, there are a lot of reasons that you don't want two semi-unbalanced road trippers at your wedding. The First Dance

The Spin Into Kiss

Once a Girl Scout, Always a Girl Scout

Both times I've met Mara, she's been wearing a sash. Strange.

Oh, for fucks sake ...

Forgot that we lose an hour crossing between Illinois and Indiana.  At this pace, we're going to get there with about 15 minutes to get ready and get to the wedding.  I wonder, can I shave and change into a three piece suit IN the car?