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Monday, October 15, 2007

Frankaren's Wedding - Pt. 1

Well, I'm still recouping from last week's wedding. Overall, it was a fun event. During the wedding rehearsal, all of the groomsmen (save one) seemed to revert back to 12 years old. The church coordinator looked like she was going to smack them, then put them in timeout.






Here's one of the offenders. Doesn't he look like he's up to something?












Another one of the 12 year olds. Don't let that "momma's boy" routine fool you.










For the reception, we had the BEST entrance music! Most weddings will have the wedding party enter on something along the lines of Sinatra or some upbeat, light jazz. Not this wedding. We entered on T.I.'s Bring 'Em Out. Ok, "enter" may not be the right word. We danced in. With that bass thumping, how could you not dance in? Speaking of dancing...







"That's definitely Eddy's daughter." - Munchkin's mother in response to her daughter's non-stop dancing.

Even Munchkin got in on the action. Actually, she was ready to hit the floor as soon as they started the first dance. Since the first dance traditionally belongs to the bride & groom, however, we had to hold her back. As soon as they opened the dance floor to the rest of the guests, she was dancing & prancing around the ballroom. She didn't stop until Lola & Lolo extracted her at a very late hour and whisked her home.


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More pictures to come.

3 comments:

Ed Tep said...

It was soo good to see all y'all! Should I post our homecoming dance picture for comparison?

Janel said...

I can't believe you still have that picture! Before & After pictures...that could either be funny or scary or both!

Laine said...

It's 5 days post-wedding and I'm still dragging myself around on autopilot!

So true about the wedding coordinator! Remember when she was VBS director and she'd have the pianist play the two chords that meant, "Sit Down? (and shut it!)" She should have done that.

We all would have scrambled to our pews like Pavlov's dogs.