Monday, August 18, 2008
RINGing in a lifetime of love.
Apes and I are back from the Cape and I have material for days. Hell, I have material for WEEKS.
Luckily for Apes, those memories have to wait another day.
I haven't had a chance to blog about Gabby and Allen's wedding on 8-08-08.
That has to come first. It was way too much fun to skip over.
In the moments leading up to the ceremony, I thought Allen was going to puke.
You should have seen him, standing there, sweating, blowing air into his cheeks and looking toward the heavens.
He must have been praying not to blow chunks because he managed to make it through the entire ceremony without doing so.
It's not that he was having doubts about marrying Gabs. No way. My guess is he isn't big on being the center of attention and nothing screams CENTER OF ATTENTION like a wedding.
He was just nervous.
Which explains why he said "I Gabby" instead of letting his bride say her part. Twice.
We laughed (loudly) - but only in support of Allen.
Only in support.
Apes actually started crying before Gabby even walked down the aisle:
I took loads of pictures during the ceremony, but none of them came out very well. Take my word for it, Allen relaxed, they got hitched, and we all made it to the open bar.
You can put her in a dress, but you can't take the football player out. She greeted one of the guys in our Fantasy Football league with everything but a chest bump. I swear.
She didn't even throw a temper tantrum when she found out Kara was wearing the same dress.
Even on her wedding day, Gabby had a sense of humor. Every table had a theme. Wanna know where she put all the lesbians?
Gabby and Allen's first dance as man and wife pretty much summed up the evening. LOVE.
I could feel Gabby's mom in the room as Gabs danced with her Dad. Not a dry eye anywhere.
One bride samich, two best friends and three big smiles.
We all learned a thing or two out on the dance floor from Gabby's niece Emmy. This girl has got some rhythm. And by rhythm, I mean she's going to be locked in her room the day she turns sixteen.
Look at these two, will ya?
You did not want Gabby to catch you sitting on your ass.
So I didn't sit on my ass. I sat on Scott who sat on HIS ass. Don't give me a loop hole, people. I'll find it.
Besides, look at how tired dancing makes a person.
Right now, Gabby and Allen are somewhere in Ireland downing beers and doing, um, well, you know.
Here's to "you knowing" for a lifetime, kids!