At the end of the day, when the vows are taken, the rings exchanged, the cake cut, the dinner eaten, and the dances danced the most important thing is really this… these two people found each other, fell in love, and decided to marry not just each other, but their lives together. It was a beautiful day. Unbelievably beautiful actually. A perfect day. I felt that way, Karen felt that way, I think the guests felt it, and I know Mary and Martin did as well… which is really what was most important. The kids had a fantastically happy day.
The first dance. They did very very well. They’d been practicing for days. The kids sent their song, More Than This by Roxy Music, to Mary’s aunt and uncle. Don and Carolyn, Karen’s brother and his wife, had then worked with their dance instructor to come up with the moves for the song. After they worked out the routine they filmed it and sent it in pieces to Mary and Martin who then practiced after watching the videos. It paid off. They rocked it out.
Well folks… today I submitted three prints as donations to a charity auction that will take place on Saturday. I’ll be there so I’ll see how my stuff actually does at auction. Sort of nerve racking. Maybe I’ll bid on it myself to up the ante. Thought I’d post them here so ya’all could see which ones I chose. This, taken of Westminster Abbey.
The back side of the Gerding Theater. Love this building. LOVE it.
From a stop at the cupcake confectionary (like that?) Karen got to choose where she wanted to go next. She decided on a movie as it was really warm out and doing something inside was appealing. We checked movie times and then hopped on the streetcar toward the Fox. It’s a fairly newish theater that shows primarily independent films. We’d never been there before. Used an ATM like ticket machine. Kinda cool. We saw the movie UP. I loved it. I think Karen liked it too, she just didn’t cry as much, or at all, as I did. What can I say… emotional.
To go back, rewind if you will, our lives the last week or so, I have to go back to last weekend. As in the 27th and 28th of June.
I already blogged about our fantastic bike ride downtown, complete with views of the bible and barq’s, on Friday night. Friday the 26th that is. However, I sort of left off there. Never getting into the basketball game we went to on Saturday. Hence, the photo here of the net, taken at the old high school in Oregon City. Yes Mary, we were haunting your old stomping ground. Your mom pointed out the pool you spent so much of your life in. It was cool to be there, to see where you went to school.
The funny thing was, Karen didn’t know there were other gyms in that building besides the big gym. So there we were, paying and standing by the doors in the big gym looking for my friend’s daughter, or Shawn, my friend. They are noticeable, and we didn’t notice them. We started wondering if we were even in the right building. I was texting her, she was looking for us, she said they were upstairs, we tried to go upstairs and the doors were locked. Finally, duh, we asked the woman at the ticket table. She said… no, they are in the OTHER gym. Other gym? What other gym? Needless to say we hot footed it over to the other side of the building, climbed the stairs to the second floor, and whalah! There was Shawn. The game hadn’t even started yet, which was a good thing.
Great game. It wasn’t even close really, as Shawn’s daughter’s team blew away the competition. We were like, before the game even started, thinking… it’s over. “Our” team was so much taller and bigger than theirs. They were quick, but they couldn’t make their shots, and “we” did. Fun to watch youngsters playing like that. Everyone out there for the love of the game. Really nice.
Oh, and Shawn… it was so great, as always, to see you. We should try getting together some time away from the court. If you were only going to Seaside this year instead of Orlando maybe that could happen, but I see how you are. Sure…. go somewhere totally more cool, and have a real vacation, instead of same old Seaside. Yeah… uh huh.
Thought I’d randomly post a photo I took in London in May. The London Eye is a photographers dream. Interesting structure, loads of different perspectives, and it’s situated in a fantastic spot.
We’ve been home now for almost a month. I’m missing traveling this morning. Feeling nostalgic about our time in the United Kingdom. Maybe it’s time to crack open the scotch and get a little U.K. flavor running through my veins. Before work, or after? (yeah, yeah… I’ll wait, even if I don’t want to)