Joyous News This Time

Regular readers will be familiar with the perennial phenomenon known as "Simon and Menna's Wedding." This classic Mead Street event has been reenacted so many times we've lost count, but we'll never forget certain moments: the time Simon wore a Hawaiian shirt and matching shorts... the year they jumped the broom in the front yard... the rice-pelted escape in the bike trailer... the uplifting sermon by 12-year-old Dylan... the radiant bride given away by her suitably solemn & reluctant father... We've seen it all: rings, veils, kisses, tears, prayers, musicians, bouquets, boutonieres, waltzing lessons, dowries, and several brief but mysterious honeymoons. Twist our arm sometime and we'll show you pictures.

Today's distinguished affair went off without a hitch, reflecting years of practice on the part of planners & participants. Invitations went out at noon. A cake was baked and decorated...


...and then redecorated at the request of the groom, who was unwilling to be represented by anyone with a flower on his head, no matter how dude-like the rest of his attire.

Rings were chosen, carefully packaged in tissue-paper, mislaid, and found again. Simon's black silk Nehru jacket made a most welcome appearance. Punch was prepared. Girl Scout Cookies and orange slices were carefully arranged. A seating chart was negotiated and plates labeled accordingly. A ring-bearer was cast and costumed, but bowed out at the eleventh hour.

Finally the moment of truth arrived. Bride & groom exchanged vows & rings,



cut the cake,


and cut the rug.



Menna tossed her single cherry blossom bouquet,


And a glorious time was had by all.

And if that wasn't enough excitement for one day, Robo learned to bowl!