Life of Pat: Congratulations Ellen & Brian

I was just looking through the pictures I took at the wedding; oddly none of them are a closeup of the bride and groom. I do, however, have pictures of everyone's shoes.

It was quite an interesting adventure. The wedding was in Vail. Gail, Matt & I headed up Thursday. We were invited to the rehearsal dinner, but after a dress crisis involving scissors borrowed from the front desk to remove said dress we decided to stay in. The hotel bar was debuting their new fruity sparkling wine cocktail for 50% off, so being that we are in a recession we drank fruity sparkling wine cocktails all night. Vail is at 8,000 feet versus Denver which is at 5,280. Believe it or not 2,720 goes right to your head, or we are just a bunch of fruity cocktail drinking lightweights. Around 11pm the wedding party showed up. I tried to set one of Brian's friends up with Gail, but there was some disconnect.

The next morning I awoke to another crisis. This time someone had drank one of Gail's contact lenses. There was lots of shouting and finger pointing. In the end we do believe she drank her own contact lense, but we may never find out. I suggested that she wear her glasses, but she gave me a very stern look like I had just poured sugar in her gas tank. There was Gail, running around Vail, with one fracken contact lense. She was actually quite subdued. I have figured it out. The rule to calming Gail down is to drink one of her contact lenses.

The wedding was awesome. It was in this quaint chapel right in the middle of Vail Village. It was short and sweet. There was a priest representing Ellen's catholic family and Brian's Lutheran Minister. The priest came all the way from Nicaragua for the wedding. Ellen had practiced medicine in the same village that the priest lives. She made quite an impression on him. The minister is form Washington Park. I had no less than five people approach me to tell me that they think the minister is a homo. I am not exactly sure what they want me to do with that information but, none the less I told them I would check the gay directory for him. Later at the reception I got a chance to chat with the minister. It turns out he is not gay, he is just a hipster. I can see how the two can be confused.

The reception was very nice. It was at a beautiful log pavilion along the creek. The food was good. The asparagus was cooked perfectly. Absent was the cake, in its place was a marble slab ice cream station. A lovely time was had by all.