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June 12, 2007

Peter & Jennifer!

560877760_4de048df49.jpgIn the second of my back-to-back weekends of weddings, Pete and Jen tied the knot this past Saturday.

Pete and the guys started the wedding weekend Thursday before the wedding. It was supposed to be a simple dinner but devolved quickly as Pete completely obeyed the one rule we set out for him that night: He was not to refuse any drinks. I'm duly impressed with his performance that night, even if Pete doesn't remember anything that happened after dinner. What's even more impressive is what a trooper he was the day after. Pete had to perform for a tea ceremony as well as run a bunch of other errands. All he had was a little dehydration first thing in the morning. Absolute trooper.

The wedding day started out with lots of sun which made for some gorgeous pictures around OSA, Whyte Ave and the Japanese Gardens at the Devonian. About an hour before the outdoor ceremony though, the clouds started rolling in. We made a last minute call to go to the rain backup, which was definitely the right thing to do given how it poured. Friends and staff pulled together with the wedding party to facilitate the move and setup. Who knew that rented tuxes could be completely drenched and look good 10 minutes later? The ceremony was nice. It was amusing seeing Jen's expression every time there was a thunderclap or when anyone mentioned what a lovely day it was.

Immediately after the ceremony, we streaked over to Dynasty for the reception. Chopstick relays for wedding games were amusing. Pete and Jen dominated all challengers. Awesome MC job by Ray, Three little girls band was talented and the personal Ad during Herm and my speech got big laughs. Great start to a new life toghther!

All the best, to the happy couple!

Edit: Pictures from my Dad's camera are now up. After removing a few blurry ones a grand total of 177 photos... My Mom said the number he snapped is probably worse than if I were to get married.

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