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| 2/17/01 And, here's some more wedding picures. To see the last wedding picture page, click here. |
| (Oh, and I would be remiss in not mentioning that these photos were taken by my friend and fellow playwright Callen Harty.) |
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| Okay, now call me crazy, but isn't the rest of this whole sadistic bouquet and garter toss supposed to end with the guy who catches the garter having to put it on the leg of the woman who catches the bouquet? I mentioned this at the wedding, and I got stared at. My point is, if we (that is, me and my wife) had to go through the embarassing custom of the garter removal, and the spinning and the throwing, the way I see it, we deserved our See-How-You-Like-It-embarrassment payoff off two innocent onlookers having to do it, too. Marriage is about love, caring, and family. Weddings are about embarrassing the shit out of ourselves and each other. Am I wrong? |
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| You know, Betsy and I could live a million years, and our wedding will still go down as "the wedding where two men in drag gave away the bride." Not that there's anything wrong with that. You know, we have more pictures of Nathan and Dave than of us? That's why I'm limiting the Bette and Joan pictures to one a week. Oh, okay, just one more. By, the way, the woman in the middle is our friend, Lauri Harty. |
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| And, here's the gang. Top, left to right: Joe Wiener and Seth Mangum, my best men, the aforementioned Dave Durbin and Nathan Caracter. Bottom, left to right: Betsy, Me, and our maid of honor, Cindy Toth. |