Cracking up while modeling the "Bride" and "Groom" caps my cousin in Georgia made for them . . .
Said caps, plus her bouquet, sequined fish purse (that is so my sister), and their glasses of sparkling cider . . .
The top layer of their cake, which she baked and — much to the chagrin of her mother-in-law! — decorated with their Eddie figurines . . .
Anyhow, it was all very low-key and simple — ceremony at the court house, walk a few blocks to the gazebo, walk back to the town cafe for a reception. (A little Stars Hollow-y, if you will.) It was just family and close friends, and everyone had a nice afternoon.
Later that evening, a bunch of us went to see Spiderman 3. I hadn't seen Spiderman 2, but it was just as well, since this one was so cringe-tastic and icky. Evil Spidey with dark, greasy hair combed over his face is supposed to be so off-the-charts sexy that girls can't stop themselves from drooling over him and following him down the street? WhatEVER!! Among many other things in that film, I'm not buying it. The best part? Bruce Campbell as the maitre'd. Mostly because that made me think of his Old Spice commercials. Mmmm. Ahoy, indeed.