My niece got married Saturday.  Weddings are always fun.  As long as I’m only a guest.

This is the daughter of Mel’s sister and she’s only three years older than Evan which is a bit weird to contemplate.  I can remember when we drove up here all those years ago to see her when she was born.  People came in from all around just like when she was born to see her get married and it was pretty darned fun.  Of course her, her mom and dad, and all her friends were frantically busy with everything and so they probably didn’t get to enjoy it all that much but the rest of us had a great time.

The rehearsal dinner was at a new community center which has great facilities for that sort of thing but it’s called “Neinhuis Community Center” which nobody knows how to pronounce; not even the staff.  The banquet room is conveniently located on the opposite end of the building from the gym so we could enjoy our dinners without the sound of squeaking sneakers and thumping basketballs next door.  One legacy of my middle-school years is a long lasting and deep seated hatred of basketball and all the associated sounds and smells so it was all to the good that I didn’t have to listen to it.

The wedding on Saturday went off without a hitch.  Well, except for the obvious hitch that is.  The whole fam damily gathered at my house afterwards and sat around in a cake-induced stupor which was quite pleasant.  It could only have been better if the wedding hadn’t been Baptist; then we would have had beer, wine, and dancing too.  Even so, there were mountains of food left over and it all found its way over to our house.  The bride’s house was too full of wedding prep materials so we provided the overflow.  We had most of the cake left over that appeared to be about the size of a 55 gallon drum when placed on our counter.

As always with weddings, it was a great time for family to get together and visit – often with family members that one hasn’t seen in awhile.  I hope the new couple had as good a time as we did.  I’m sure they did.

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