It is now Tuesday after the big weekend and I still have that hungover, dizzy, groggy feeling which I expect to last for a few days more...

The party started on Wednesday night at my aunt Hazel's place and I am ashamed to report that I did not attend due to excruciating mouth pain caused by the extraction of a wisdom tooth that must have had eleven roots.  Thursday wasn't much better - we attended the party at dad's place and I was actually standing up but a little shaky and was able to consume only a single glass of wine.

Friday's party was at Hazel and Ian's place, great party, lots of great food, and lots of family and friends.  At the end of the night Marty took dad, Mark, Curtis and I for a cruise in the beautiful old bomber he rented.  We went for a quick beer then moved on to dad's place and smoked cigars and drank beer and port in his garage until somebody (curtis) passed out sitting up.

The wedding day turned out fantastic - it was close to 30 degrees outside with a gentle breeze and a lot of smiling faces.  Carrie played a cool song for Marty and Jen at the wedding.  Jen and Marty did such a great job organizing the wedding and everything really seemed to come together perfectly.  The wedding party took off for pictures in the park and we all reconvened at the hall for a giant session of serious boozing, laughing and especially dancing.  The dj finished around midnight but the guests weren't finished yet.  Curt and Carrie invited the wedding (yes, the wedding) back to their place for what turned out to be the house party of the year.  In fact, it may have been the best house party I have ever attended in my life!!  I don't know what was funnier, my uncle Mark jigging around the living room doing a horrific accordion solo or when Marty's friend Jay did a superman leap over Curt's head and landed in (not against) the wall!  Oh yes, I just remembered that Skinnah had our taxi driver stop at his parent's place en route to the party where we jumped out, went upstairs, grabbed their cooler full of cold beer, and hopped back in the taxi.  They didn't even try to stop us!  Way to go mr. and mrs. Skinnah!

Sunday morning was grim, especially for the ladies with the giant hangovers.  The gift opening started at 12:30 which was a perfect time to get back into the beers, which we did.  I didn't really see what Mards and Jen got for gifts, but I hope they made out all right.

If anybody reading this has any good pics from the wedding, please email them to me so I can add them into the collection here.  And keep an eye here over the next couple weeks for the new ones which I will add.

Well, Marty and Jen, you look perfect together and we all wish you a life full of happiness, health, and the occasional boys weekend away!

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Some poor busker

Chocolate baby

Jen and Mike

Mr and Mrs Olson

Gustafsons

Olsons

Chicks dig ice cream

Last night out as a single man

Scootergirl

Bocce championship

Hot cousins

Chad and Jen

"You'll do."....Uhhh, I mean, "I do"!

Mards and Kris

Is she coming?

Let me help you with that tonsillectomy

Boys in Black