Ok, so, the day of The Wedding.

Rather than tell you all the endless details about just how pretty the bride was and what a beautiful ceremony and how they cut the cake and why did they make strapless bras so uncomfortable, I'll show you some pictures. It was quite simple, really. We took This Girl


and enveloped her dazed self all snug and fluffy into This Dress.



The bridal thong was thoroughly inspected



And after much arrangement and brides-maiding



and product-applying and lip plumping



we crammed all the chiffon and satin and tulle that was the bridal party into a van and drove to the Garden of the Gods.



We then married off this bride



to this groom. (That's his brother and best man to the right.)



There were happy glowing moments



and weepy touchy moments ("What a Wonderful World" set my dad off)



and my favorite man in all the world.



Since I was actually in the wedding, I couldn't take pictures of the actual wedding. But gosh, what a beautiful ceremony, I mean, the bride was just so pretty and the setting just so perfect and the tourists passing by were just so nice, and I had to get a strapless bra at Target, so it was only eleven bucks, but man it was not comfortable....