Boston Wedding

     It appears that our running theme when traveling is to attend weddings.  No friends, we do not crash these weddings; we are legally (or properly) invited....AND we even RSPV.  On our Boston trip, we happened to be invited to the wedding of some dear friends who lived in Virginia when we did.  They are originally from Boston, sporting their Red Sox and Patriots gear, but we don't hold it against them.  Their wedding was beautiful, even if it did have to be moved indoors due to the rainy weather.  Congrats you two!!

We were a bit worried as to where this bus was taking us...Thankfully we ended up at the wedding.

The beautiful couple.

Looking dapper.

We clean up well.

A true lady's man.

And this dead sexy couple.

"Strutting" into their reception.

Mi amigos.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but was this first dance to the Backstreet Boys?  It's been too long to be sure.

Playing around with my camera when it literally lost its focus due to this hooligan.

So give me some chocolate.

Pdub lost his jacket, so he could bust a move better on the dance floor.

No worries.  Plates weren't shattered.

Part pyramid.

Ladies.

If I would've gotten their whole bodies, you'd see they were completing a serious kick line.

I entitle it: Holding 'em up.

This man didn't leave the dance floor.  We are talking Full-out. Hands down. Sweatiest man alive by the end.

Seeing them off!

High 5!

And one more...

And on to Camp Grossman.

A pinky-up kind of drink.

And they lived happily ever after....