...Except for in the title. Damn. Ruined that, didn't I?
Anyway, what this post does contain is photos. Lots of 'em.
I've been neglecting my photography lately, because frankly, I've been a little burned out. Kit and Tim's wedding was probably the last Big Thing that I photographed well, and ever since then, I've been quite lazy with the photo-taking. It's a shame because about two weeks ago my old friend Jason got married, and had I not been as sick of my camera, I probably could have done a better job taking photos at his wedding. As it was, I did take many photos, they're just not as good as I would have liked. Anyway...
It was sort of impossible for me to believe that Jason was getting married. On one hand, it was Jason, who I've known forever, since I was just a wee thing, running around at my Father's scout meetings. On the other hand, it was Jason and Lacy, who have been together for so long, and who are so perfect together; it seems as though they already were married.
(all the major wedding action took place at the rear alter, behind the large Easter candle and unity candle arrangement. So I didn't get as many good shots of the ceremony as I would have liked)
Erin and Drew! This whole wedding was like a giant Lebanon Kids/Explorer Post 11 reunion.
The reception was lovely, my table was filled with lots of Erin and Jason's friends. (All of whom were nice, but most of them refused to get out there and dance with me and I mean, COME ON PEOPLE. It's a WEDDING. You're supposed to cut a rug. Get out there and shake your dinners.)
Aren't they sweet?
This picture cracks me up every time I look at it.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Erin caught the bouquet. She and Rich were quite funny together.
I did pretty well at not crying during the wedding. It wasn't until Jason danced with his Mom that I lost it. Seriously, you would have to have been made out of stone to not cry at them. I'm getting choked up now just thinking about it. Mrs. C is so awesome, loving and supporting of her children (...and of others, including me!) that you couldn't help but just feel the love and respect radiating between them. On a related note, doesn't Mrs. C look like a million bucks in that dress? She's fabulous.
So happy for them!
Remember how I said this was like an Explorer Post 11 reunion? HOLY CRAP ON YOUR MAMA'S SHOES, THIS GUY CAME!:
My John appeared from the back mountains of West Virgina to help Jay and Lacy celebrate their wedding! I had no idea that he was coming. I mean, I hadn't seen him and six years, at least. I probably hadn't spoken to him in two. And then to just see him...The reception had just started and I was at the bar (shut up) trying to decide what wine to get. They had a nice looking Cabernet, but I knew if I drank a red I would get it all over my dress, but then I didn't feel like a Chardonnay; maybe they had a nice Pinot--- and then I felt this tap on my shoulder and heard a voice saying "I hope you'll save me a dance."
And people, I could have keeled over from the shock.
I did indeed save him a dance -- the last dance, in fact. It was the one time during the reception we got to hang out one-on-one. Most of the time he was catching up with the Carmany's or other friends, or dancing with his wife. John doesn't get up here often so he had a lot of bases to cover. But once we were dancing, I said to him, "So what is going on? Tell me everything! How are you?"
"Well," he began. "I would like to encourage you to vote for John McCain this fall."
And I LAUGHED. Hard. In his face. Sadly, he was serious. Oh Ashley, you are so wrong for me. (Confidential to Rhett: Can you hurry up and get here already?)
Still, it was such a lovely surprise seeing him. We managed to hang out a bit after the wedding, but it was with my parents there. I was itchy to do some catching up on my own, but we exchanged email addresses and blog addresses (in all probability he could be reading this. Hi, John!) and made resolutions to keep in better touch, etc.
---
Speaking of Johns I don't see very often, Dell'Osa was at Lisa's birthday party! (How's that for a transition?)
Look at this sunset! The birthday girl expressly asked me to take pictures of it.
The icebox cake. SO GOOD, people. SO EASY to make, as well. Recipe is here.
The chocolate stout cake. Holy Christ, this was also delicious. Recipe here.
I think the birthday girl going head first into one of the cakes is a good place to leave off:
Anyway, what this post does contain is photos. Lots of 'em.
I've been neglecting my photography lately, because frankly, I've been a little burned out. Kit and Tim's wedding was probably the last Big Thing that I photographed well, and ever since then, I've been quite lazy with the photo-taking. It's a shame because about two weeks ago my old friend Jason got married, and had I not been as sick of my camera, I probably could have done a better job taking photos at his wedding. As it was, I did take many photos, they're just not as good as I would have liked. Anyway...
It was sort of impossible for me to believe that Jason was getting married. On one hand, it was Jason, who I've known forever, since I was just a wee thing, running around at my Father's scout meetings. On the other hand, it was Jason and Lacy, who have been together for so long, and who are so perfect together; it seems as though they already were married.
(all the major wedding action took place at the rear alter, behind the large Easter candle and unity candle arrangement. So I didn't get as many good shots of the ceremony as I would have liked)
Erin and Drew! This whole wedding was like a giant Lebanon Kids/Explorer Post 11 reunion.
The reception was lovely, my table was filled with lots of Erin and Jason's friends. (All of whom were nice, but most of them refused to get out there and dance with me and I mean, COME ON PEOPLE. It's a WEDDING. You're supposed to cut a rug. Get out there and shake your dinners.)
Aren't they sweet?
This picture cracks me up every time I look at it.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Erin caught the bouquet. She and Rich were quite funny together.
I did pretty well at not crying during the wedding. It wasn't until Jason danced with his Mom that I lost it. Seriously, you would have to have been made out of stone to not cry at them. I'm getting choked up now just thinking about it. Mrs. C is so awesome, loving and supporting of her children (...and of others, including me!) that you couldn't help but just feel the love and respect radiating between them. On a related note, doesn't Mrs. C look like a million bucks in that dress? She's fabulous.
So happy for them!
Remember how I said this was like an Explorer Post 11 reunion? HOLY CRAP ON YOUR MAMA'S SHOES, THIS GUY CAME!:
My John appeared from the back mountains of West Virgina to help Jay and Lacy celebrate their wedding! I had no idea that he was coming. I mean, I hadn't seen him and six years, at least. I probably hadn't spoken to him in two. And then to just see him...The reception had just started and I was at the bar (shut up) trying to decide what wine to get. They had a nice looking Cabernet, but I knew if I drank a red I would get it all over my dress, but then I didn't feel like a Chardonnay; maybe they had a nice Pinot--- and then I felt this tap on my shoulder and heard a voice saying "I hope you'll save me a dance."
And people, I could have keeled over from the shock.
I did indeed save him a dance -- the last dance, in fact. It was the one time during the reception we got to hang out one-on-one. Most of the time he was catching up with the Carmany's or other friends, or dancing with his wife. John doesn't get up here often so he had a lot of bases to cover. But once we were dancing, I said to him, "So what is going on? Tell me everything! How are you?"
"Well," he began. "I would like to encourage you to vote for John McCain this fall."
And I LAUGHED. Hard. In his face. Sadly, he was serious. Oh Ashley, you are so wrong for me. (Confidential to Rhett: Can you hurry up and get here already?)
Still, it was such a lovely surprise seeing him. We managed to hang out a bit after the wedding, but it was with my parents there. I was itchy to do some catching up on my own, but we exchanged email addresses and blog addresses (in all probability he could be reading this. Hi, John!) and made resolutions to keep in better touch, etc.
---
Speaking of Johns I don't see very often, Dell'Osa was at Lisa's birthday party! (How's that for a transition?)
Look at this sunset! The birthday girl expressly asked me to take pictures of it.
The icebox cake. SO GOOD, people. SO EASY to make, as well. Recipe is here.
The chocolate stout cake. Holy Christ, this was also delicious. Recipe here.
I think the birthday girl going head first into one of the cakes is a good place to leave off:
Labels: Catch-up, Photography
2 Comments:
what's an Icebox cake? the link won't work for me.
The link is fixed now, but: An icebox cake is a cake made up of layers of thin chocolate wafer cookies and whipped cream. It's called an icebox cake because you "bake" it covered in the fridge, allowing the moisture from the cream to seep into the wafers and make them soft. The whole thing tastes just like an Oreo, but better somehow. It's magic!
I also realize that my photo makes our cake look a little slumped somehow. But it was just the angle I snapped the photo. Trust me when I say that QK made that thing look very pretty, fancy, and delicious.
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