We sorted through several sets of photos. Then I put the representative ones in a folder titled "E&G's Wedding. Then I culled one more time, putting the best in the folder called "perfect pics."
These are not Pulitzer Prize winners. The production values are not the highest. They were not framed to exact specifications. Some could not be rescued, even with PhotoShop.
But taken together, they are the reception for Husband RJ and me. It's confusing; the party is now a blur to us. They are limited, because a night-time reception--with candles and mood lighting--does not make great photos. Some are abysmally dark and unfocused, because we were primarily there to party, not to document.
Until we sort through the photographer's album, though, these are the best. They are tacked on to the site with the Bakers' snaps. The official ones will be scanned and presented as, I guess, a story.
Two weeks' vacation was not enough. Two months' might have given me enough time to prepare, party--and crash--and still recover enough to put together the post.
I am still left-over tired (at Thanksgiving time, 2006). Not that I wish I were in my 20's again. But I sure could use the energy.
And the holidays begin this week.
But it was a Glorious Party!!!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
MammaDog off her feet for a few. This was the time to enjoy the lovely gown. All the attendants are moving out of range of the camera, and the grounds of the Fontainebleau are filling with SUV's and Jeeps. This is a peaceful moment that belies the chaos outside as people head for the Lawrence Chapel in the wind and threatening rain.
None of the traditional music was used in this wedding and reception. Emily chose cello music for the ceremony and an eclectic mix of modern, jazz and swing for the reception.
It worked out well. Only later did I realize there was no Hokey Pokey or Chicken Dance. The kids do things there own way.
But it was a Conga Line. Somehow, Veggie Girl got drafted as the leader, despite her protests. Everyone we passed was dragged in, until the whole room was full of this dancing line.
One literally had to be sitting in a corner to escape.
From here on, the photos are mostly a mixture taken of my family and friends. We partied some 5-6 hours, eating, drinking and dancing. Lots of visiting.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Dressed to kill, and looking like death. I don't know why I'm so unhappy-looking here. Actually I don't much remember even coming in at this time. Any of the staged stuff annoyed me. And everyone else, I guess. We wound up eliminating stuff as we went along. I highly recommend doing that. If it gets too stagy, kill it. If it's too difficult, eliminate it, and everyone will thank you. The one thing I keep hearing from well-wishers is a big thank you for eliminating the reception line. It didn't happen on purpose, it just happened. The kids are pros at throwing a party and they simply rolled with the punches. And like most weddings, there were plenty of punches. The following pictures are presented in no particular order.